SCANNER TECHNICIAN: Ma'am, we should get you out of here.
MAXINE, wide-eyed: I need to get my chicken first.
MAXINE, to DESK CLERK: Pardon-- I dropped off my chicken earlier? His name is Lock.
DR. CLEMTON, marching into the atrium: MAXINE
DR. CLEMTON, scowling: Grab her, Rupert
Rupert, the scanner technician, tries to grab her with a hand, but Maxine has already dodged. She has dropped the frightened doe act.