The Medic nods, and fishes their tickets out of a well-concealed pocket. (Of course he has concealed pockets when he goes out in public. Don't all the sensible people?) "All ze main exits are marked in red, und ze emergency exits haf smaller green signs," he says. "I brought a miniature radio in case of needing emergency pickup. However, for now..."

He's just going to hand over the tickets to the older woman at the door and lead the way into the concert hall proper.

"I sink we can relax for at least a few minutes, hmm?"