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She raises her eyebrow slowly. "Well.. I guess that's one way to get out." Then, Danniella ambled over to the shattered window, knocking the remaining sharp pieces of the glass sticking out in a square/circle shape, acting like a trap, out of the window with her elbow and clambering out calmly, trying to minimise the snagging on her clothing. When standing on solid ground once again, she brushed some of the dust off of her shoulders and trousers then put the pin back into her hair, making it a scruffy bun on the top of her head. How did he have knives? Hunters? No wonder he could survive.. Poor kid, must be still buying into the 'I don't talk to strangers' act. She looks around for a moment, noting he had dissappered from view. Must have hidden in a near by bush or statue or even building. She re-traced her steps, heading to the two buses to tell Mark and the dancer girl about the boy she had just seen.