"Uhhh," Issac looked around before Catherine came back to them. Every Speakeasy of the prohibition era had an inevitable hidden escape route for the patrons or the employees. It would have been more than likely that if they had a hidden compartment in the wall holding an object, they would also have a hidden passageway of a similar manner.
More touching from Cat brought a surprised look to Issac's face as he allowed her to pull him up- with some help from his fairly useful legs. They did not always cooperate, but it was his mind that was affecting his stability today. Maybe walking on his hands would have been a better option. A grin plastered on his face, Issac chuckled at the reference and better idea than seeking out the secret escape.
"I mean... I'm just a scarecrow." He shook his head. Creeping to the yellow stairs, he lay his body down on them to peek around the corner. When the employees made it to the door, they paused to chat with a guard that had made his round. A small static shock, similar to the one that opened the door with the secret passphrase, jumped off the mentalist and crawled around the corner. It took a few moments before all three of the employees collapsed to the ground.
"Well, not as gentle as I wanted, but... come on!"