Ramir kicks in through the front doors, spins around a large family nearly lost under all their bags, and laughs as she dashes for the food court inside. These are the kinds of crowds she can get behind. It takes some creative maneuvering to thread her way through it, but she can count on people stopping and staring after her in confusion, and being even more in Artemis's way. Perfect. She risks a glance back just once, halfway to her goal (the escalators), to see how it's going back there.