Jester presses her lips tightly together, nodding shakily. She grips at Beau's side, squeezing for a moment and then pulls herself back up, trying to take Beau with her.

Lorenzo doesn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he's cracking his knuckles methodically; not in a menacing way, but in a bored way. It makes Jester's blood boil, and she grits her teeth for a second, but doesn't get further. She has to protect Beau from this asshole.

"I don't know. The only way to go is past him," she says, trying not to glance back at him. "If there's an exit, it'd be that way."