Padma stopped in her tracks at the sound of her name, but did not turn around. She reached up to pull her hair out of it's haphazard ponytail and then run her fingers through. Her feet hurt, and her lime green uniform was caked with God knew what, and she did not want round two.
She turned around quickly as Miles continued, realizing, somewhat slowly, who he meant by 'them'.
"Oh my god," she pushed past Miles and rushed back into the flat. "Are you okay?"