[Well, that's all she wrote. Des hovers for a moment at the edges of the crowd and then decides to see if he can stumble his way to an exit- he doubts he's going to get anymore information and if he gets out before he gets knocked the fuck out and forgets everything... Well, good for him.
Now it's just a matter of sneaking along the way he came in to try to see if there's a way back out along the same lines.
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Now it's just a matter of sneaking along the way he came in to try to see if there's a way back out along the same lines.
Good luck with that, Des.]