"Not forever," Hawks answers. It's not the answer he wants to give, but it's the truth. "But I'm not gonna drop you. Maybe there's an air vent we can get to."

He hovers there, looking above them at the ceiling. He spots a grate a little ways away, over a shelf. Well, at least that will give him somewhere to set Kyle while he tries to open the grate himself.

"Hang on, my dude," he says. He starts flying towards the grate. He's fast, even with a passenger, and the store isn't that big. The frenzied people below them, though, would probably trample them in a heartbeat. Good thing they're distracted for now by whatever sale they think is happening.