"Mark…"
"What?"
"She's getting up."
"You're not watching the screen, are you?"
"Why is she getting up?"
"Stop creeping, Torres," keeping his eyes on the screen, Mark pushed Callie back into her seat.
"She's leaving," Callie turned to him, "why is she leaving?"
"Should I know her actions?" Mark grumbled.
"I'm following her," Callie pushed herself up out of her seat, whispering apologies to the viewers beside her as she edged out of the row and out into the aisle after the blonde.
Meanwhile...
"I can't do it…" Arizona whispered, cringing at the sight of the blood. She pressed her hands over her eyes, peeking through her fingers and squeaking slightly as The Bride proceeded to bite off the trucker's tongue.
"You're a surgeon," Tim hissed incredulously, "you see blood all the time!"
"Not like this…" Arizona whimpered. She stood up and crept out of the theater and into the lobby. She gave a slight shake, trying to be rid of all the blood and swearing. She preferred her tiny humans. And her big surgeries. She could control the blood at that point. She knew she was saving them and that the blood would be flowing inside them, not bursting from sword wounds as geysers. She toyed with Rebecca's car keys, debating if she should leave or wait in a café. She started for the one of the lobby doors.