Protect the beads

You look between girl backing towards you, chased by Nadine (one of the volunteers from another museum wing) and her friend, and the bag of beads and choose to sacrifice the girl for the greater good. The beads had so much potential to cause a disaster, you calculate that it's better to protect them than the girl.

You frantically grab as many of the beads from the panicking girl's path as you can, clearing a safe route for her and her entourage. Relieved, you step back and watch her back through the clearing, followed by her Nadine and her friend, trying to slow her down.

Extrapolating from the girl's movement, you look over at the wall and see a huge marble phallus mounted on a circular plaque. You gulp, sympathetically, as her fate becomes clear. You wonder what it would feel like to--

Suddenly, you feel something grab your arm. You look down and notice the flailing girl had managed to grab you. She tugged, trying with all her might to stop. Fortunately for you, she drags you momentarily but can't keep her purchase so she lets you go.

Your happiness fades, though, when you hear the light sprinkling noise coming from the floor under the bag.

Your eyes widen and, as life slows to slow motion, you try to jump before one of the 10 or so beads that had spilt from the bag could touch you. Unfortunately, you misjudge; a few hit the top of your shoe and your reflexive jump only serves to flick a few up into the air at your other leg.

"Oh no."