That's the hundred dollar question, isn't it. The Soldier frowns-- though not at her-- and looks around the room again, this time less furtively. There are fewer people, and most of the ones left are doing cool-down activities. Even its own students are starting to wander off, without direction.

It has been almost two hours. They were close to finishing when this started. Maybe it can. "Sure," it finally says. "Outside. I'll have to come back to clean up, but." But. This seems important.

And it could really use some space, anyway.

It motions for her to go on, it'll follow.