A cold, rational, part of Rafaela's brain pointed out that the security officers had taken her away from any public area, and thus a public area with lots of people would probably be safer. She lacked the kind of station communicator she'd carried on the registration station, but she started watching for identifying markings on the walls.
When she finally reached an obviously public corridor, a cool voice overhead warned her calmly to, "proceed in an orderly fashion."
Rafaela slid to a halt and gasped for breath. The station AI could see her. Other people could see her. They were pointing, and whispering, but they weren't looking at her with cold or hostile faces.
It was ridiculously hard for her to open her mouth and speak. In an anim the heroine would scream or shout at the drop of a hat, but it was almost painful for her to force out a single word, "Help?"
