Arlene's not asking questions right now. She's just had millions of years of evolution explode fear chemicals in her brain and the only concepts that ring clear and true are fight and flight.

Flight seems like the more viable option. She's out of shape but the way she's sprinting, she might as well be on the track team. Unfortunately, there's another animal that also has this option in mind, in a far more literal sense.

"Oh, shit fuck!" she shrieks, reaching for a traffic cone and flinging it blindly behind her as she scrambles to find some cover. A parked Hummer looks like a promising bet, and she drops and rolls to get under it.