Having "claimed" both her little origami swans back when the guard at the turnstile wasn't looking, Marissa found herself bundled toward the out along with her two suitcases and handbag in a swarm of humanity that streamed down the elevator and out the bottom layer of the cake, with barely enough room to move in any other direction until she was finally outside the airport and the crowd density noticeably thinned.<br/><br/>She noticed several passengers from her same plane in front of her, the same ones she had trailed earlier, and her hands gripped and twisted the handles of her suitcase to hang on to them as someone bumped into her from behind, sending her stumbling a few steps forward and catching on to Rhys for balance. "Ack! Whoever did that, a pox on you!" She calls out behind her, before righting herself and trying to form an apology to the man, "Sorry, I-"<br/><br/>And then the taxi driver calls out to them, utterly derailing the red-haired woman's train of thought as she stares blankly at him.