Beauty didn't need the goading; she was desperately trying to get herself out of this establishment. Briefly, she considered dropping to her knees and crawling out of there, thereby avoiding most of the fists. But there was the matter of being stepped on or kicked, and if she were down, she had doubts that she could get herself back up again.
Through the mess she went, downright scampering. This was not the worst situation she'd ever been in, during her time in the City -- but she was sure it was very close.