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She knew she couldn't get to the plane without someone spotting her, because it was in a restricted area. However, it shouldn't be too hard to sneak into the building. All she needed was to be able to get inside without drawing attention to herself, and then she would manage. Once she managed to sneak onto the plane and hide somewhere in there, she could figure things out. She'd probably need to use the restroom, so she could hopefully avoid the guards for at least a day or two. After that, maybe a little longer than that, she'd know what to do.

For now, though, she decided to buy breakfast from a nearby restaurant. Maybe she'd meet another teenager who would help her get into the terminal. She needed some more luck, and she knew that her chances of meeting people who would give her help were slim. At least she would get out of the city for a bit. For now.

She got out of the van and locked it, then proceeded to head towards the restaurant. She took a deep breath and entered the building. She didn't dare to raise her head above ground level, because she wasn't sure that she would recognize any of the people in the airport.

Luckily, they weren't in a rush. Most of the people in the restaurant looked calm, and they kept quiet, not daring to attract any attention. She didn't think anyone would notice her, anyway.

She walked through the restaurant and toward the bathrooms. The line to use the toilets was long, but nobody stopped her, and eventually she found herself standing in front of the toilet stall. She closed the door. She sat on the stool, put her backpack under the sink and unzipped it. Then she opened the zipper, took out the camera, the flashlights, the battery and other necessary equipment and placed them on the sink counter next to the toilet lid.

When everything was ready, she carefully closed the zipper of the bag, took out her wallet from underneath it and began to take care of business. A couple of moments later, a man came into the bathroom and walked towards her. He looked at her in surprise for a moment when he saw her, and then shook his head disapprovingly and walked away. She ignored him.

After she finished taking care of business, she grabbed the camera and stood up. She put the camera back into the purse and threw away her wallet, then picked it up and put it back into her backpack. She zipped it back up. Then she opened the door of the stall and stepped out into the hallway once again.

This time nobody tried to stop her, and nobody gave her funny looks. When she walked by some people, she didn't say a word. She simply avoided eye contact with them, not knowing whether their stares were filled with anger or curiosity.

Finally, she arrived at the cashier's station. The only people in it were two young teenagers, both dressed as teenagers should be dressed: jeans, sneakers and T-shirts. One of them looked to be around twelve or thirteen, while the other looked much younger. Both of them were eating their lunch together, which consisted mostly of chicken nuggets and fries. Neither noticed Pexy.

She took the money she needed from her wallet and handed the cashier the rest.