The stairs are likely less used...

The two ran up the stairs, hearing the frantic footsteps not far behind them of the two security guards.

"In here." Will whispered as he ran, slightly opening the door to the second floor. Page sidled past him, and he followed, the two hearing the footsteps continue up the stairs.

He sighed. "How many more floors up?"

"Three?" Page pressed her back against the wall, feeling it was completely naked and cold. Only her front was covered, though that was fine for the moment. She had to catch her breath.

"You, uh." Will looked to her falling attire. "That's not a helpful towel."

She looked at her chest, covered by her arm and a small, long towel. Similar to her burlap, it had a decent size in one dimension, but was too short the other to be great use. "Shit." She said and groaned, tilting her head back in exasperation. "Why?!"

Will held his finger in front of her lips. "Hey. How about we switch?"

Page involuntarily looked at his boxer briefs. The bulge there was definitely noticeable. She looked to the side. "What?"

"You've been tying things to you all day. You should have, well, normal underwear for a moment. I mean, I guess it's uncomfortable, I just, it's a suggestion, if you want. I can wrap the towel around me - we aren't going far, right? Just a few floors up. It would look at least more normal for me, and for you it'd look more like boyshorts and a frilly tubetop."

Page looked at her burlap. It could pass, and not drawing a ton of attention with a strange outfit was likely necessary when attempting to sneak around a building...