River hits the deck an instant before Duo -- being psychic is very handy sometimes -- but doesn't manage quite as good cover. Her roll takes her behind a single crate, big enough to hide her only while she's crouching.

"Her," she says sharply, though Duo may or may not be able to hear over the noise everybody else is making. "Got bondsmen."

She leans out just far enough for an instant's glimpse, retreats, and twists into a different crouch that allows her to snap one arm up long enough to throw one of the objects she scooped up on the hallway.

There is now a leafy green bok choy hurtling straight for the white-gowned lady's head. Think fast, madam!