Cam doesn't usually take summonses during live performances but it turns out that Amriac's buddy's ex-bandmate's whole deal is REALLY not his genre, and it seems slightly less rude than physically exiting the theater. Besides, it's intermission. He grabs the next one.
There's a glass bit, but this injury doesn't impair the drone from gauging the guy's exact distance and direction from Cam and reporting it to his computer so Cam can drug him.
Yeah okay he will just drug them all until the prisoners can climb out without further obstruction.
That works like he gets drugged too. "Will someone please carry that guy?" says the drone.
"Look," says the drone loudly, "you're free to go but I recommend regrouping with the other hostage and the rescuer to get toted to Profectus instead!"
"Thank you!" Cam says in the same voice as the drone when they come into view. "Over here!" Wave wave.
Well, now that he can see them he can grow a little cart under the unconscious guy and trundle him over.
"Okay. These guys and you and the soldiers all going to Profectus sound like the next step assuming we rule out all plans that involve anyone dying for any reason?" Cam asks Azlisa.
"Great. How far is it from here and what approximate heading as the crow flies?"
"Cool. Will I be able to find an open space about two-three times the size of a -" He looks at the surviving buildings. "Four-five times the size of a house?" Also while he's at it he's going to patch up the buildings that look like they would benefit from this and drop a few sacks of lentils and oats in a convenient spot because you can eat those without cooking fuel and this is a desert.
"Great." Shuttle pops into existence. "All aboard as are going aboard!"
"- I have no idea what the train schedules are like around here, if we hike all the way to the railroad and I materialize a train car how will I know if someone's coming the other way ready to have a head-on collision? Besides, this is faster."
Another former hostage will make a break for the railroad, running like mad straight south.
Everyone else is either Azlisa, who is pretty sure Cam doesn't want her dead, or injured enough to want to not run. "I understand," she says. (She feels like she ought to be trying to make a GIGANTIC FORTUNE out of this, it doesn't look too hard to figure out, but for some reason her brain isn't working all that well and it seems extremely difficult to try to innovate, under the circumstances.)
"Do you want like a canteen or something?" Cam yells after the departing person. If nobody else is running he will usher people onto the shuttle.