"Yes! Please." Lacy called back as soon as she heard the voice. "Get the balloons out of here. Or help me get out of here." She added, turning her head to look at him, to see anything other than the balloons through the dizzying panic. "I can't touch them. I'm allergic." She gasped out between quick breaths, close to hyperventilating.
She knew even having the latex in the air she was breathing was bad. And balloons. They were just scary looking. In her mind, they would keep growing bigger, and bigger until they smothered her or exploded instead of popping. She ran faster, stumbling towards Adam.