It's probably best that he ignores the screen, because this is the theater that's dedicated to the miracle of childbirth. Probably not the most fun place to hide, but the Signless had felt for quite some time that the food court was too exposed and too well-traveled, and Kurloz's death only confirmed that. He had to move, and the theaters are large and dark and perfect for huddling in a corner and blending into the shadows.

He now knows more about human reproduction than he ever wanted to, and he's gotten so good at tuning out the sound of the showing that it takes him a few moments to register the nearby footsteps. Crap. The assessment is a pretty grim one: he's weak and tired, with one arm bandaged, unusable, and a ticking timebomb for infection. Even if he were healthy he couldn't -- wouldn't -- fight, and the only exit would require running past whoever is in here with him. That didn't go too well last time he tried it.

Maybe if he can just very slowy, quietly scoot around the outside wall of the theater and around to the exit, he can get out while this person is still preoccupied searching the seats. It's worth a shot... he just hopes the darkness will mask his movement, even with the bright white cotton bandages and the sequins on his skating outfit reflecting the light from the screen.