With Daniel dealt with, Don left Natasha in the private room and made his way back to the top floor.
He told himself he had already done her a great favor—stopping Daniel, preventing whatever disgusting scenario the guy had planned. That was enough. He wasn't some knight in shining armor, and if he was going to intervene in situations like these, there had to be something in it for him. And there was.
Daniel was now officially a pawn. That was the reward.
At least, that's how Don tried to frame it in his mind, avoiding the moral weight that some might feel in his position.
Arriving back on the top floor, Don made his way toward the bathrooms. He wasn't in any particular rush, just intending to relieve himself before regrouping with the others. But as he neared, a girl suddenly burst out of the women's restroom, nearly brushing past him.
She was moving fast, her expression tense, eyes darting around like she had something to escape from.