Swamped

She doesn't directly answer. Instead she reaches into the hat.

A moment later the stage is thick with some kind of smoke. There must have been mistflowers or something of the sort in there. Would have been nice to have some sort of warning...

And before you can think further on that, you realize you're being pulled along. You can't quite tell in what direction, but it's not like you have a preference for any particular one at this point. So you opt for just keeping up. If it turns out to be a hostile, you'll deal with that when you can see more clearly.

Whatever that stuff is, it's rough on your eyes. Takes you a bit to see clearly even after you're out of it. When things finally stop getting blurry, you can see that you're backstage - but not a section of it you recognize.

"Could have given me a little more help," the man who had the barstool grumbles. He doesn't have it any more.

"I distracted most of them, didn't I? And you got out fine," says the woman in the animal costume. "Anyhow, Minnie should be finished now."

"Who's finished with what?" you ask. You feel very lost here.

But soon enough, one of the doors opens, and you think you see just what this Minnie is finished with.