Goldy has more idea of what the blazing materials consist of. She nods approvingly at her petite lover, and adds a comforting hand to her shoulder.

"Back it is then. Let's blow this joint."

She catches the worried glances from her companions.

"Not literally!"

And with that, the three women start jogging off down the corridor. Goldy's griping can probably be picked out as they disappear into the mist of the overhead sprinklers.

(Act 3)