A short bearded man smacks his hand against his clipboard. “Really. I don't have time for this. Unless you are amongst the injured, I don't see what exactly you think you're doing back here. If you don't leave immediately, I'm calling security. We have people to take care of here."
The group squeeze tight their circle, ejecting Anna to the outside. They are now ignoring you.
“Maybe we can smell our way there.” You tug her away from the doctors.
She takes you seriously, putting her nose to the air. Wrinkles sweep across her face. “All I smell is cleaning agents.” With that pronouncement, she marches deeper into the intestines of the institution.
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