Ursula had come to the conclusion that Rodney was not going to move from his spot. She called to him again, trying to ignore the baristas who were eyeing her, sneering, snarling. Sometimes she did not understand her cousin’s thinking. He truly was a mystery. This was the perfect chance to get away, why wouldn’t he take it? Did he want to be ripped to pieces? The baristas focusing on him were clawing at the hood, rocking the car, and now the circle around her was slowly beginning to close in…<br/><br/>Her train of thought became distracted when she heard very familiar a sound.<br/><br/>Was that a beaker? Did somebody just throw a beaker out into the middle of a mob of baristas? She ran toward the beaker while Rodney leaped off the car and ran off to where the baristas turned their attention, nearly slipping on a puddle of coffee, temporarily forgetting all about everything. How dare they be so careless! Beakers were a vital part of all things science, they were not to be abused, this was utterly infuriating. Oh, she would teach them a lesson about respecting a scientist’s tools! Baristas would be the least of their worries.<br/><br/>Ursula wasted no time picking up as many of the pieces as she could, marching toward the barista crowd once more. Rodney seemed to be holding a few of them off by throwing sugar packets at them. Ursula looked around, spotting a lone figure, a man, amongst the crowd who had not run. Pushing through the crowd sparked some confidence within her. There was a fire in her eyes, and she was ready to let loose.<br/><br/>“Did you throw this?” She said to the man, holding up the fragments of glass. Before she could say anything more, one of the baristas turned toward her. The sight of the broken glass seemed to anger it. The way it was looking at the fragments was both horrifying and interesting; what could it be thinking? No, no. She had to get out of here, she was late for work!<br/><br/>“Forget it, just run!” She suddenly ran forward, just as a barista was reaching for her, and grabbed the man by the arm, hoping to pull him toward somewhere safe.<br/><br/>As ‘safe’ as one could be in Night Vale.