Beauty all but clung to her savior until they were free again and somewhat safe. All around them, bellows and meaty impacting sounds and the high glassy screams served to drown out half the syllables of the woman who pulled her free. Beauty thought she'd understood what she'd said anyway. Maybe. She tried to say thank you, but she was almost certain her voice didn't carry over the sudden crash of tables and chairs a short distance away from them.
It was impossible to get any closer to the wall than she'd already done. Swallowing, Beauty eyed the mass of writhing fury in front of them, then tried to find the door where she'd come in. It seemed so far away now.
What was going on?!
Pantomiming to her companion that they should try for the door, Beauty started edging against the wall toward the door, herself. Oh, this was such a bad idea.