Neither

You smile to yourself as you read her mind, weighing up her options, and knowing that she doesn't really have one. As the door locked shut behind her you already ensured that the sleeve of her shirt was firmly locked in the door.

Megan begins to make her journey along the wall, but only gets two steps before the shirt unwraps around her waist, hanging in the door. Megan gasps, spinning on her heel to pull at her shirt for a moment, but it refuses to budge, leaving her trapped in the center of the mall in just her shoes, t-shirt and undershorts.

Hoping to make the best of the situation Megan turns again, running at full speed straight through the food court, her cheeks burning as she tries to ignore those staring at her.