Despite the horribleness of the situation, Maxwell doesn't have a lot of patience for emotional breakdowns. Actually, it might be because of the horribleness of the situation that he's especially focused on keeping dapper.

"Could you not?" he hisses, and suddenly he realizes he's without his glamour, pointed teeth and gnarled claws out for the world to see. So that's why his feet hurt, they're no longer convinced that they fit into shoes fit for a human being. Immediately, he bends down and starts working to remove his shoes to alleviate the crushing pain, though he's still trying to lock eyes with the panicking person across the hall.

"Flailing around until you're a bloody pulp isn't going to help you get to whoever did this, you know."