Ainsley carefully got all the pieces up, then wiped the floor down with his rags. Once he was sure there'd be no chance of any of the delicate humans hurting themselves, he stood and carefully weaved his way around them, careful not to spill any of the shards from the dustbin. He ducked through to the area behind the bar and dumped it in the trash, which put him right near the wolf.
He saw the phone, knew what it meant. There was little chance of him getting out of this unscathed, but he hoped the pack would at least wait until his shift was over to attack. "I'm just me," he said, his voice low as he took a clean rag to the bar, his eyes on his task. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm not out to hunt, your kind or humans. If you don't set the pack on me, we can all avoid a lot of unnecessary pain. If you've already alerted them, call them back. Tell them to wait. I'm off in two hours, they can corner me in some blind alley and avoid hurting any bystanders."