FLEE

“Fuuuuuck this”

Cradling her breasts with one arm and covering her crotch with the other hand, she runs down the hall of the floor she finds herself on.

Nobody seems to be in the hall luckily, but those concerned footsteps are approaching. She finds a janitors closet that’s conveniently ajar, barges into it and shuts it behind her, pressing her naked butt against it as if that would serve better than any lock.

“Maybe I’ll just live here instead.”