Scissors and thread, or even tape would be good...

"If there's tape, that'll do me fine. But I guess a bigger repair is also fine... I'll probably just throw this away when I get back to my room." Page said. "But yeah, anything that'll make this not get worse till I get there."

The caveman nodded and waded his way through the people toward the closet. "Sounds good. Uh, my name is Will."

"Page." She replied. She was not that interested in dealing with him much longer. He was nice enough, but honestly, she was a bit distressed, and in a sour mood. She wondered if she should have left that spot. Jodie would have noticed she was not following, right?

"Stand at the door." Will said as he opened it. It was not a large closet, but had a few shelves with different tools for those who worked there, likely. "Just tell me if you see anyone who looks like they work here is coming. Don't want to get kicked out."

Page turned her back to him and looked around. After a few moments, she heard an, "ah-ha!" She began to ask what he found, but there was a scream behind the open door.

"Move! We gotta get this through!"

She peeked over there and saw several large boxes being slid across the ground. Large as in four feet tall, three feet wide. Whatever was in them was heavy, and there were two or three people behind each one pushing them forward. One caught the door and began to close it as it was being pushed. Page yelped and told them to stop, but in the noise was not heard. She tried to hold the door open but with so many pushing the box and the door on the other side, and without herself likely being seen, she was pushed back. In a quick decision, she hopped into the closet.

Immediately, her back was pressed against the Will's chest. "Woah!" He said and shifted his arms.

"Sorry, they put some boxes there." She said. She tried to push the door open now, but felt something on the other side. "And they left them there."

In the cramped space, she felt the thin seperation of her stretched spandex in contact with his fur kilt-thing. He moved a little again, then stopped. She felt something hard. A bulge of sorts.