The normal thing would have been to crawl out from under the table with some scrap of dignity still intact... but not only was that near impossible when you're down on your hands and knees, it's also not how her mind works in times of need.

She pulls her bag out from the tight space as quietly as possible and starts crawling through the maze of tables and chairs. Luckily, most of the guests have left the coffee shop by this hour, although many have probably stayed to witness this odd display of behaviour.

"Quietly... quietly..." she keeps thinking to herself.
It wasn't very effective considering her muscles were still pulsing dully and her big, bulky bag keeps knocking into the chairs.
The pair of shoes follow along side of her.

"You know, I can see you crawling through the tables." the voice says with an impatient sigh.