You're no fool. It'd be almost certain death to try and rush out amongst a crowd of godlike giants. No, better to be patient, let them get out of the way (and open the door) first.
You have to scuttle pretty hurridly to keep up with the last person to exit, a girl in a short (well, one hundred feet to you...) skirt and sandals who is having trouble fitting all of her possessions back into her handbag.
She walks ahead of you slowly, pacing clumsily, as if not looking where she's going. Jogging behind her, you are in awe of the distance that her feet rise into the air before thundering down again.
Not long after you have passed beneath the unfathomably high doorway (an invigilator stationed to close it after her), the woman ahead of you crashes to her knees.
Unprepared for such a thing, you yourself are knocked flying. You recover quickly, and see that she has managed to drop her handbag, scattering its contents everywhere. She is currently in the process of picking it all up again, her truck sized fingers scooping things up to be deposited back into the depths of her bag.
You consider the mountain of flesh and bone before you. Should you risk getting her help?
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