They won't notice.
Failure.
Don't try to sweet-talk me, you little hussy! Do you know how many of your kind I've seen in my time!
- Mrs. Katzals, she is not a prostitute!
- Silence, Cristoll! All those years of studying here and this is what it comes to! What if I tell your mother?
- Mrs. Katzals, do not bring my mother into this! I hired Maylin to help me with my project; I can't manage on my own!
- And a name like a prostitute's... I had a higher opinion of you, young man, - the old woman shook her head.
The Alchemist took a deep breath and suddenly jumped over the turnstile.
- Hurry up, jump! - he told Maylin.
In short, if it's a failure — I jump and run with Cristoll; if it's a success — I continue talking to the concierge so as not to arouse visual suspicion.

