Margaret nods again. Without really thinking much of it, she grabs Helly's wrist and begins leading her out of the crowd, walking at such a speed that it would genuinely be easier for her to jog. There are people watching them--or maybe that's just what she feels in this moment. All she knows is that she needs to get out of here, now.

When they've reached the edges of the square, Margaret slows her pace, glancing back towards Helly. The initial panic seems to have abated slightly, though it's clear that she's still rattled.

"How did--What even happened? Do you think that other people--" She takes a deep breath, trying to recollect her thoughts. "What did you see?"