INT. SHABBY BASEMENT MEETING ROOM -- DAY

Suddenly she freezes, her eyes widen, a look of terror across her face. She drops the tray -- cups smashing on the floor.

Queenie is carrying a tray of coffee and mugs toward a meeting room.

An assortment of low-level MACUSA functionaries turn to stare at her. Queenie stares back, stunned, before running away down the corridor.