I was attending what might have been a Star Wars premiere. I was wandering the site looking for someone I knew. One of my friends wanted to get a look at what was being stored in the green vans that were onsite - presumably props or sets or something. I was sitting on a tall chair, but my friend had to climb on the van to see in the window.
He was seen by one of the employees of the event - a young, skinny looking woman with short hair. She threw him off the van onto the ground and kicked him in the ribs. I found this kind of conduct unacceptable and confronted her.
I wasn't getting anywhere talking to her about the incident, so I asked her to take me to see her supervisor. I could tell from her rebellious demeanour that she would try to avoid taking responsibility for her violent action in front of her supervisor, so I made sure to maintain a firm grip on her arm as we left the event.
She led me on a long and rambling walk through what might have been a university campus. Her supervisor was clearly not on site at the event, although it did occur to me that it was possible that she was not honestly leading me directly to them. At one point she transformed into a bird and escaped my grip, but she couldn't help but gloat and I recognised her voice and was able to recapture her.
Eventually we arrived at what seemed to be a gallery or artistic community. Her supervisor was there - an older woman - but there were a lot of other staff about at the time. I asked if we could discuss the matter privately. By the time I was able to have a conversation with the supervisor, the rebellious young woman had disappeared, and I realised that I hadn't even learned her name.
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