Ethan had never imagined a sound could ever be simultaneously terrifying and reassuring, but the janitor's shrieks of pain and outrage as he clawed at his eyes managed to fit the bill perfectly. Thankfully, the man's nightmarish howl was cut short by a solid group tackle, other members of airport personnel dogpiling on top of him and dragging him to the ground. He glance around at the growing crowd of rubberneckers, sparing an eye roll at the sound of dozens of camera phones clicking into activity around him.<em>'Oh great. I'm gonna be the next <span class="bbc_u">Youtube </span>star. Whoopty fucking do.'</em><br/><br/>His entire body shook like an autumn leaf as the adrenaline flooding his body slowly receded, and he lowered his arms to his sides. Bunching his hands into fists, over and over, the tension nearly caused him to draw blood from his palms as his nails bit into the skin. Ethan wanted to run, to just bail on the whole insane scene, but as he started to turn another security guard was practically on his heels.<br/><br/>"You okay, sir?" The man asked. Well, perhaps 'man' wasn't quite accurate; the guy in front of him appeared hardly old enough to shave. His uniform seemed as though it wanted to fall off of his too-slender frame, and even his shoes looked a bit too large. And then there were his eyes...for a split second, he seemed to have the same look in his eyes that the mad janitor had, but more disciplined--and therefore, more frightening.<br/><br/>All of these things slipped past Ethan's conscious mind to be recalled later; right now, he was too busy mentally screaming at himself.<em>'I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I am <strong>not </strong>fucking okay!'</em>To the kid in the uniform, however, he simply nodded wordlessly and shrugged his shoulders, his breathing ragged and unsteady. His finger was still primed on the Mace trigger, even though the can was almost certainly empty by now. When he finally managed to speak, his words came tumbling out almost breathlessly. "Uh, look, I'm uh...I'm just gonna go ahead and get out of here, if that's alright...I mean, you guys seem to, you know, have things under control, right? So...thanks for all your help, and good luck with the psycho...goodbye."<br/><br/>On still-unsteady legs, Ethan turned and began to head for the nearest exit...