"King." Jacen replied after only the slightest hesitation. He didn't want to provide these two with his full name but neither did he want to make an obvious lie. By offering his last name it was possible that they might assume that was his first name of his nickname or something like that. At least it would keep them from discovering who he really was for the time being.

After having his attention focused on the crowd for the past several moments Jacen turned his gaze back on the other two individuals with just a touch of the usual kindness creeping back into his eyes to replace the worry that had been in them since this latest chance meeting had begun, "You two take care of yourselves. We'll meet again sometime, I'm sure."

Turning away from the two once again, Jacen's combat oriented mind took over. There were some slightly larger figures scattered through the chaos but for the most part noone was of a size that should give him much trouble.

"Stay close." Jacen snapped suddenly as he saw a slight gap open up. Immediately wedging his shoulders into the area, Jacen shoved through, pushing, shoving, and punching whenever it became necessary to clear the next section so that they could continue their progress to the door. Off in the distance Jacen could already hear sirens approaching and he knew that neither he or his two aquaintances wanted to be around when they arrived.

Remembering the offered name of her rescuer would be easier than she'd imagined. It was the same as Dorian's last name. The founder of the Sanctuary was hardly a man that was easy to forget, particularly because he had been the one to start Isabel's career in the Order. Combine the common name with the addition of the trauma of their current predicament, and she was sure she'd have a harder time forgetting the name than remembering it. Hopefully she'd be able to remember his face as well as his name so she could more easily recognize him should he ever end up visiting the Sanctuary. She'd like to meet up with him again under more favorable circumstances. Perhaps she would even get to see his abilities in action.

When the order was suddenly given, Isabel's attention snapped back to the main issue that lay before them. Absentmindedly her hand strayed up to grip one of the lapels of Garrett's suit jacket, not wanting to lose him in the chaos that would undoubtedly follow. She didn't expect him to keep his arm around her the whole time, especially when the need for defense and evasion arose. Fortunately the prospect of submerging herself back into the very crowd she'd been pulled from was causing her adrenaline to flow once again, helping to block out the pain of her cuts and bruises as her mind cleared enough to focus on what she needed to do.

It didn't take her long at all to follow after King when he began to move, working to clear the way for her and Seizure. She slipped out from under Garrett's arm to allow both him and herself a little more wriggle room, her fingers still loosely gripping his outfit. She would allow that to slip as well if it became necessary, but for now she wanted to keep both men closer rather than farther from her. Carefully, and somewhat roughly, she pushed and shoved her way through the crowd, occasionally throwing a spiteful jab here or there as she made her way toward the doors with her two companions.

The sound of sirens quickly approaching didn't get passed her, either. A short thrill of panic shivered up her spine at the sound. It wasn't so much the humans she was afraid of. She'd never admit to such a thing even if she were. It was more the fact that she presented far less of a challenge of them now, and she wouldn't last more than five minutes when put up against their firearms. Handcuffs and a second trial were not something she would look forward to any time soon. Nor did she think Garrett would enjoy it any more than she would. He'd involved himself in enough trouble without having to deal with the police as well, other than having a nice chat with them. "How're we gonna get out of here without them seeing us?"

King, was it? Garrett's natural sniffer of bs was becoming clogged to the point of Kleenex. Whatever this man's name was and whatever his gift truly was, he wanted to leave the situation as badly as Garrett and Isabel desired. He was strong, certain and extremely proud. Of what, who could say? Perhaps his own manly brutish strength or what he guessed were quick answers to move things along. Whichever the case, the primary goal was to remove Isabel from further injury and ensure that the police did not see the two Orderlings. That was more than enough to focus on as King began to move the crowd.

Isabel seemed to reluctantly remove herself from Garrett's grip while maintaining a firm grip on his suit. He furrowed his hairless brows and began to do his own bit of pushing, watching from the corner of his eye as Isabel made with a few street jabs out of frustration. Who could blame her? The mass hysteria going on around them was more than enough to incite feelings of fervor among the tamest of souls. Not that Isabel ever was, but still. The street was nearing as was the unpleasantly close sound of police sirens.

" How're we gonna get out of here without them seeing us?" it was a valid question that Garrett had no good answer to until the wave of hysteria gained direction. Out. "COPS!" Who had yelled the warning was quickly irrelevant as the crowd made a mass exodus as cockroaches might under a newly switched kitchen light. Isabel's grip on him was snapped free like a wayward button on an overcoat as the wave pushed Garrett in a different direction. Fortunately it carried him through the door. Some were not as lucky as the herd mentality pushed out the glass frontage of the store, trampled bodies beneath.

He did his best to keep his eyes on Isabel. The other was not as important anymore. He had seemed eager to go and this was an opportunity for just such an egress. Rough hands and elbows poked and jabbed at him until the flood opened up a bit as the street gave multiple scattering directions. Garrett began grabbing back in his own frustration. Just flesh pushing flesh until it happened. Neural maps were written all around him. The shock made him take a few shoves, standing slack jawed for a moment. Whatever the stimulus had been, it was no longer near him.

Survival immediately took precedence. Study of the situation could occur later. A distraction is what was needed and he had so many to choose from. A large, potbellied man in a shirt which was too small proved to be the lottery winner. Like a white hot poker at the end of his fingertip, Garrett slid said digit along the porker's spine, wreaking all sorts of writhing pain upon him. The man began to make a high pitched shriek and began to tear at his own clothing, as if live fire ants swarmed his swollen body. He took off in the middle of the street and dropped, the sounds ranging from howler monkey to mewling kitten. Some of the others even stopped what they were doing, forming a convenient semicircle of awe around him. It also provided a lovely bit of cover for their escape.

Things were going to smoothly for it to last and so Jacen wasn't surprised when one of the crowd finally recognized the approaching sirens for what they really were.

"COPS!" A panicked voice rang out immediately triggering a rush for the door and the freedom of the outdoors. No one wanted to stick around to answer questions and the only ones that would remain were those that had been injured or trampled. The wave was more than powerful enough to separate the small group of three that had been trying to get to the door but it also helped propel Jacen in the appropriate direction.

In a matter of seconds the police officer was outside and shoving his way down the sidewalk in order to get clear of the precarious situation he had found himself in. About half a black away from the store he ducked into an alleyway and then just watched from the shadows as he tried to see whether Isabel and Garrett would be making it out OK. Even though he didn't want those two to know his real abilities he would still rush back in if they seemed to be in trouble. It would probably reveal his lies for what they really were but he wasn't out to let anyone get killed. Not even two mutants that associated themselves with the Sanctuary.

It was amazing how quickly violence toward others shifted to saving one's own skin at the smallest signal of authority stepping in. One shout and everyone almost immediately forgot what it was they'd been struggling for and promptly began pushing and shoving to get out of the store and away from each other. No one cared if someone happened to get trampled. It was a distraction for the cops. The officers couldn't very well leave the bodies lying around, giving enough pause for those still able to carry themselves to make their escape. While Isabel was worried about being apprehended, she was more concerned about her friend and acquaintance. The inevitable separation from Garrett was enough to put her back on high alert, attempting to keep her sense of panic under control. It was difficult to do much of anything when her stomach was trying to flip itself over. She'd be lucky if her legs held out long enough to get her away from the building. Her nerves were getting a heavy workout and her body seemed to want to collapse until she had the chance to calm down again.

It wasn't hard for the crowd to sweep her up in its movement. Without a proper anchor or way of deflecting the oncoming bodies, she had little choice but to go along with the flow of those around her, left with limited options of giving a shove to no one in particular or curling into herself a little in hopes of avoiding any more damage. She would be lucky if she could keep from being pushed to the ground again. Being trampled underfoot was about as appealing as relaxing in the back of a cop car. Speaking of which, the closer she got to the door, the louder the sirens seemed to get. She wasn't so sure she'd be able to find Seizure again before she had to make her own escape to avoid being discovered. Hopefully she'd be able to locate him in all this mess. The thought of heading off on her own and leaving him to do the same just didn't sit well in her mind.

The broken glass was something she could have gone without. It was hard to avoid getting at least a few scratches while she was forced from the building and out into the street, and the bits and pieces that got snagged on the outfits of strangers made quick work of embedding themselves in any skin that came into contact. She'd be picking them out of her fingers and palms later, though they effectively caused her to stop pushing people. That left her with little to do than to try and make herself as small as possible to avoid the passing bodies, her arms curled in close to her chest and her spine curving slightly in a more defensive posture. She hated being pushed around so easily, and she especially hated the urgency he felt in getting away from the approaching officers. Humans were supposed to run from her, not the other way around.

As the crowd started to scatter and thin, she was suddenly aware of a familiar sensation writhing under her skin as her customary armor molded back into place in response to her body's switch to the defensive. Cautiously she poked a few small spines out of the top of her hand, as if afraid the return of her abilities was just a teasing moment before they disappeared again. When it didn't seem as if they would retract on heir own as they had before, a wide smile broke out across her face, the spines quickly multiplying to dot the rest of her arms. There wasn't much time wasted in returning the favor to the shoving strangers around her, only this time she was once again able to do more damage than they were.

However, she wasn't going to risk misbehaving too much if Seizure was still in sight. She was just giving herself a little extra protection, that's all. No matter how much she was itching to repay those that remained on the street. The semi-circle of still bodies was a good indication of which way to travel. Letting the spikes melt back into her flesh as she was able to slide past bodies with less and less difficulty, she quickly made her way toward the mass of writhing flesh and its audience. Her smile remained as she spotted Garrett, though it was likely she still looked as if she might cry. It was hard to tell which emotion was causing the tearing by now. "Fun's over! Time to go!" she said, reaching out to give a light tug on his jacket sleeve. Avoiding incarceration and relaxing at the Sanctuary sounded like a wonderful idea to her.