Daimon pulled Wanda out of the way of the headlong rush, quickly scanning the cafe for the emergency exit. Frenzied civilians clogged the front door, pushing and shoving like confused animals in a cage, making it much worse for themselves, and much easier for the creature to tear threw them next, pick them off like livestock. He understood the shock, it was the appropriate response to getting bathed in the blood of a man you'd just watched get impaled and ripped apart. Not so much the stupidity it often birthed in situations where reason counted most. Those not caught in the blockage frantically banged against the wide windows, crying for an out, drawing more attention to themselves. Fucking monster fodder. He wiped the gore off his face and turned to Wanda to look her over, told her about the second exit, before turning back to the rush, cutting into it and veering people toward the back door.