[He was pushing himself up gingerly before the rough help was offered, and then he was slammed into a wall. His glasses were askew, and he lifted a hand clearly and slowly to right them. Normally he would put them in his jacket pocket since he wasn't reading, but they were likely to be broken with all this rough manhandling.]

And would anxiety and paranoia assist me in making my way through this maze? If it would, your partner in crime would already be out.