Jamil inhales, closing his eyes, and exhales.

Fine. It's fine. Just more time spent out in the open with very little room to navigate and limited escape routes. It's loads of fun. He begrudgingly allows Kalim to pull him to the back of the mercifully reasonably-sized line and resigns himself to dealing with Kalim's sugar high for the rest of the afternoon.

At least there probably won't be a monster in the movie theater. There's no way Jamil could tranform in front of all these people.