Firo goes for it anyway, beaming at the crashing of the glass as it yields. "Hey!"

They're not doing so bad just yet, but he's sure there are patrolling guards nearby. Luckily those guys are normally easy to hear from a distance--though he's thinking of the ones in his world.

He walks ahead; she can keep an eye on him this way. "Come on. You know the way out? Or should we pick a direction and try our luck?"