"As far as I know, yes."

"Who authorized you?"

"Allocator Savo."

"Is he even still -"

"We didn't change the codes, he still works in the building -"

"They should fucking shoot the -"

"Not our job. Ma'am we're going to have to ask you to leave you're upsetting the secretaries."

She purses her lips but nods. "Alright, then."

They surround her and usher her elevatorwards.

Yes sure she can be ushered.

And she is escorted all the way out of the building.

And when she's sufficiently far out of sight she does herself some magical plastic surgery and returns.

Is there anywhere she can wait, nearby? A park or something?

There are parks! Some purples are having a cookout in one.

She can sit on a bench, then, and think. She's—barreling at stuff, and that's not working, and it's not gonna work, and she needs an actual plan.

Does she want an extra spicy chop?

—sure, why not.

The purples give her one on a paper plate.

She thanks them and eats it.

"So what do you do," says one of the purples over his own spicy chop.

"I paint! Not, I'm afraid, anything you can see yet. How about you?"

"Pet store."

"Oh, that's nice! I never had pets, for some reason animals seem to just dislike me."

"You probably handle 'em wrong. You could get fish, they don't care."

"Yeah, maybe I'll try that," she says, smiling.

"You waiting for somebody?"

"No, I'm just appreciating the park and thinking."

"We'll be out of your way in a few hours."

"Oh you're not in my way, don't worry about it, enjoy yourselves!"