Kyle's digging through a display of winter hats - because apparently he's determined to spit in the face of fashion - when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. A lot of footsteps. Too many.

He looks up and sees the mob swelling towards him.

"Not again!" he shrieks and takes off running as fast as he can. Which is pretty fast! Unfortunately the main entrance gates are shut and locked. Kyle looks around desperately and only then hears Hawks shout. He looks up.

"Fucking help me!"

Maybe not the most polite way to handle this, but he can hear shoppers rushing toward him.