In the end, she doesn't run. Maybe later, once she's cut the tracker from her leg and slipped it into the trunk of some poor fellow guest, the better to throw anyone looking off her scent. Maybe once she has answers about how he'd broken Dreykov's control, something that might be - she doesn't let herself think beyond that. Answers first, then a plan to follow.

She slips out of the car, paces a circle around it, then prowls down the parking lot to peer at the other license plates. She can guess how far they must have driven based on the time she'd glimpsed on the dashboard, but that doesn't tell her in which direction. The plates, at least, give her something of an idea.