I automatically head to the far corner of the room, sit in the end of the couch farthest from her padded rocking chair. I would think I would look for a quick escape route, but I don't. I fact, the route to escape from my seat would be rather difficult to navigate quickly. Around the glass coffee table to the left, avoid the chair to the right, don't bump her desk chair, and then the door. I'd be running in a serpentine fashion in order to get out.
In the 9 months I've sat there, I have yet to spot a trash can!! I stuff the tissues in my pockets and toss them out at home.