[Dio heaves a deep sigh and falls into step with the Life Coach, his feet clopping on the ground. He waves his arm to convey the sentiment that yes, fine, they're getting the crab.]

Okay. Obviously the customers can't be "on the same plane" because they're free to come and go so they'd get asked to call the police in, what, ten minutes, and we can't have that. But why do you have to do this in a mall that's already packed to the gills with people in the first place? Is it that hard to find a warehouse to cram your fifteen strangers in?