Ingrid (as she’s been doing (to the initial anger, then frustration, then chagrin (when they had to call in the police and fire department (all of whom are now trapped (by the press of people (especially the news channels, who have set up a fortress (like some kind of government cover-up (except the government can’t get in) where your ID is your press pass) around the restaurant), and by the assault of cameras) in the epicenter) to try and move her, and both failed) of the poor waiter who started it) impossibly, unbudgeable by any earthly force, for two days) sits.