She could hear the crowd moving around outside. They were talking to each other, though it was hard for Sarah to make out words over her own racing heart. They didn’t want to be overheard. Even so, she estimated their numbers at about a dozen, spread evenly around the shop. They’d thought about blocking the back of the shop with about half their number, so there’d been no convenient exploitation that way. “Can we negotiate? Maybe we can trade some of this to make them let us leave.”