Kyle's attention snaps to the newcomer as he turns, slowly lowering his hands to his sides. He keeps them in plain sight, looking at a guy roughly his own age and wondering why in the hell someone like him is telling Kyle to clear out. Maybe it's a stroke of good luck, but he has a sinking feeling that it's something more sinister.

"Are you going to come with me and explain why the hell you're telling me to run?" He asks evenly, donning a light smile. Kyle's fairly confident the fight wasn't covered by CCTV in this alley, in this lighting, but he also knows it can look bad if he's not careful and even worse if he runs instead of claiming self defense in a 'he said, she said' series of questions.