Sandstone seems to consider the fight over. She's shrunk back down to her usual size, and is scavenging through the wreckage of the armored truck for any valuables that might have survived its use as a hammer.

The office workers are cowed and calmed by your booming voice. There's nobody trapped in the wreckage, at least. The office materials are pretty light, and those caught up in your tumbling entrance have been able to pull themselves free. They're still understandably panicked and frightened, but at least they're listening to you, hurrying for the exits rather than running around like headless chickens.