Page tells Jodie to go right.

"Wait, it's this way." Page said, though her voice was engulfed by the sound of so many around her. She moved forward to Jodie, then tried again, "Hey, it's this way!"

The walking suit of armor cut her off, probably not purposefully, but definitely in the way. Something that large and impressive had a way of cutting through the crowds. Page bumped into the armor and apologized, then tried to move forward again to Jodie, but had to stop.

She saw the armor, made of interlocking hard plastics, had caught the developing runs in her left leg. The resistance caused the armored cosplayer also to stop, and they turned, which effectively made Page have to move as well. It did not work well, and Page fell to the ground, her left pant leg torn onto the armor.

She felt sheepish, really, on the ground while so many were bustling around her. Her left pant leg was not near as bad a shape as her right, but now more and more people walking by were looking down at her, stepping past her. The armored cosplayer turned to her again.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Page shook her head, looking in the direction Jodie went, if it was the direction. The sea of people moving shoulder to shoulder was too much right now, especially on the ground like this.

The armored cosplayer went on, and Page was left alone, but only for a moment.

"Need help up?" A man asked. She looked up to see a skinny, rather fit boy. He had some sort of cave man like costume on, completely with a belt of pleather and bones, and some sort of fake hide as a skirt. He likely belonged to some other cosplay group. He was offering a hand. Page stood up alone, and shook her head.

"No thanks."

"That armor ripped your tights, or uh, suit." He said the obvious. "You alright?"

Page sighed. "No. It's been a disaster."

He nodded. "You going to be alright? There's that rip-" he pointed to the rip on the side of her right pant leg, which was creeping its way almost to the bottom of her rib cage. It was not a complete rip - it just made things transparent underneath, and a bit looser in general. The issue was that it definitely was showing an inch of the band of her thong. She covered it up with her hand.

"It'll be fine. I just need to get back and change, or just patch this up for a while."

He nodded. "How about tape? Or maybe a needle and thread? I got a friend with some thread and you could at least take care of that until you make it back to the hotel."

Page thought on it. Actually it was not a bad idea. She could sew around the rip with a cut piece from her pant legs so it would not get any worse. "Do you have scissors?"

"I'll text my friend to come here. And no, but there's bound to be scissors in that closet." He pointed to a wide hall that led to two seperate panel rooms. There was a door half way down the hall that was painted red, and further than that, doors that led to some other part of the Convention Center.