"Okay," she says, frowning out of the window, watching the riot like a swarm of ants over a particularly scrumptious piece of pie that's been left out, and she wants to say, no, people, stop that, stop being ant-like what with your behavior, go back to being people so that I can trust you again.

But that's a passing thought, as they walk to find stairs, which they find, and they climb them, which Victor does quickly and quietly, although she can feel each step in her knees and it hurts.