Reid span back around in surprise as the man spoke, the door still refusing to open in the grip of skinny, sweaty hands. Stepping back away from it, he observed the other man before looking skyward, examining the theatre again.
"I don't know..." he said slowly, chewing on his lip, fingers rubbing together with nerves at his sides. He returned his attention back to the confused looking man for a moment, reaching for his credentials. They were missing from the back pocket of his slacks, and he swallowed. "I, uh... I'm, I'm with the FBI, my name's Dr. Spencer Reid, they're probably looking for me right now and they'll find us..."
What was that smell...? And why was it so terrifyingly familiar?