Hawks hears the commotion below and glances down. God, these people are out of their minds. He's heard of some people losing it for sales, but where he's from, no one would act this way. It would just be unheard of unless they were being mind controlled or something. That's not out of the question, but it's not terribly likely, either. He's not sure what's up with these people, but he's more concerned with getting Kyle out of here than figuring out the answer. He's used to prioritising to save people, though. That's part of the whole hero gig, after all.

"One more sec, man, we're gonna get out," he promises. It's not an empty reassurance, either, luckily.

He gets the grate off and turns to chuck it at the person nearest to reaching Kyle. He has good aim and it hits them hard enough to knock them off the shelf. It's just a grate, not a deadly weapon. Hawks isn't looking to seriously harm any of these shoppers, after all, just get Kyle out of danger.

He zips back down to grab Kyle again.

"These people really don't know when to quit, huh?"