Irritation and crystal was of no aid in navigating the labyrinthine confines of even a normal, modern hospital, and here, Geoff found himself in the most diabolical of medical facilities, designed by madman super-genius. Sure, there were signs, and sure, there was a numbering system, but just as in any hospital worth its salt, the numbers were inconsistent and did not seem to go in any immediately discernible order, and signage pointed in vague directions and was conspicuously absent from important corridor intersections. In other words, he had lost sight of Tails a little while back, and he was simply not going to find him again, especially not amid the clamor and chaos.

Sirens grew louder from outside. They had seconds to work with before conflict resumed. But... if nothing else, they had succeeded in making sure that conflict was landing in their lap, and not Tails'.

OOC: Misunderstood Kazz's post originally, so this post has been edirted

It couldn't have been more clear that plunging into an Eggman-populated rat maze with excitable, trigger-happy robots tromping around was not an entry on Tabitha's bucket list, especially not with the promise of more opposition (equally competent, equally zealous, and equally indifferent to collateral damage) on the way. In the second or two she deliberated, literally on her toes, the behorned equine's proposal came through her haze of mental klaxons, reminding her that, if nothing else, she was wasn't alone on her sinking ship.

While unable to muster a brave smile, the increasingly nervous cat managed a sort of ill grimace to accent her single silent nod, as she took a dry gulp. She stood her ground, however, took a deep breath, and turned toward the sound of the sirens, waiting for the arrival of more trouble.

A zoo of Eggman's robots burst in through the front doors. A cacophony of sound—sirens, breaking glass, bending metal, rushing rockets, clanking feet, and buzzing, electronic voices—filled the lobby all at once as the disorganized-looking band of Cop Speeders, Egg Pawns, Kikis, Buzz Bombers, and anything else that had been remotely nearby tore their way through.

... Aaand, they went right past Tabitha and Rodolf. They apparently didn't have either marked as targets yet. Rodolf's swift execution of the one Egg Pawn must have gone completely unseen by hostiles in the heat of the moment.

"GET SONIC—THIS WAY!"

They rolled like a wave down the hall in pursuit of... Geoff.

The flow of machines didn't seem to have an end. It looked like a mass, robotic group entity in magnitude and density somewhere between a mosh pit and a fast-moving parade was coming into the hospital after the unfortunate, mislabeled green hedgehog.

There were more than they could fight, to be frank. Even Tails soon found himself standing alone as the guards that had been sizing him up jerked to attention, promptly ran into one another in a concerted effort of clumsiness to fit through same door at the same time, and vanished from sight in hot pursuit.

Safety being priority... fourteen, or fifteen, as it was, there were not many clearly marked emergency exits. It wouldn't take long for Geoff to find one, however, which let out into a cluttered, garbage-lined back alley. Hospital garbage? Yep. Ick.

Nothing was back there, so it was a pretty clear shot to freedom. Geoff would escape to fight another day. And be mistaken for Sonic another day. Whether or not he'd be able to immediately meet up with Tabitha and Rodolf was uncertain, as they were in the heart of the disaster, but at least they all had a common place to return to at the end of the day.