*watches all of this with a faintly stunned sort of admiration, because standing there on the other side of the gates—cool and quiet and stripped down to a plain T-shirt—you're just ordinary enough to have caught those angry workers' attention* *or maybe they're realizing how far over the boundary they've stepped*
*either way, no one's spoken a word since that burrito landed (and it was a stupid, stupid thing to do, but maybe things had to happen this way, after all)*
*privately resolves to unobtrusively collect that shirt back for you, provided no one from Peak North decides to make off with it*