If it will help p-prevent this- [Adele waves a hand at the hole in the wall, pales and wavers a bit more before sagging against the solid wall next to her.] I will add my voice to hers. T-this endangers not only yourself, b-but the others around you.

...

[Adele stubs out her cigarette early and steps back from the wall, feeling her pulse start to race. Down. She had to get down.] I. Am not well. I need to- just. Excuse me.

[She turns and all but bolts for the stairwell, every flight she takes only adding to the visceral terror locking up her body.]