Let's see, there's no broom... or anything else... looks like there's a bit too much to just sweep up with my feet, and that wouldn't help the tiny bits. Maybe my coat? But, wouldn't I just rub a lot of tiny glass particles in the fiber? --Then again, what's more important, Charlie? Keeping someone from stepping on broken glass, or a clean coat? I can probably get it cleaned if I tell them there's glass in it! And if not, it's not like I only own one outfit that I wear over, and over. Maybe it might look like it, but that's my uniform... I wear that to be the face of the hotel, and so everyone knows who I am! Not that they wouldn't know, after all the stuff I already did.

[Then, another bottle comes at her and smashes on the ground to the side.]

Oh! Thank you! But, I've got plenty enough to clean up already! Just use the trash next time? Ooh~ Or, recycling! If this is the sort of glass that can even be recycled... and there's a bin for it!

[A voice rings out from the melee of "Shut up, or the next one's a molotov!"]

...

[She turns back to Husk and abandons the task to run over to him.]

Hey, Husk? Why don't we leave? --Farther away?

[Credit to Charlie for knowing what that was, at least.]