The wimpy, trepiditious naked escape

Figuring you don't have time to fumble with your clothes, let alone getting the cuffs in front of you, you grab just one thing, your purse. You awkwardly clasp it behind you and cautiously peer out the door. The undercovers' cop car nearly gives you a heart-attack, parked as it is in front of your room, but when you realize there's no sign of them down here your heart returns to normal.

You pick out a direction, not knowing the area at all, and try to keep behind cover as you trot away, expecting at any moment to hear the cops.