She didn't really hear him, though her mind was thinking much the same thing, and she slipped through the other customers (many who had gathered to watch, many who needed a sharp shoulder to encourage them out of the way) to get out of the store.
The dam holding back all the built up panic had been shattered by the relief of getting out, which was a cruel, fucking bit of irony, wasn't it? An irony that Antigone would be bitter about, later; right now she was busy falling to her knees on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, almost overcome by the need to scream but holding it back, sobbing instead.