Kyle's instincts are nearly as sharp as Alex's, thanks to years of military and hunter training. He twists his body to lighten the impact of the punches, already releasing her as she moves to strike his wrists. It's a conscious effort to resist fighting back. Instead, his hands are up in a gesture of surrender, palms open towards her, as she speaks.

He watches her go for a second as his mind races to catch up. She's a professional of some kind, military or otherwise. She probably has some level of Post Traumatic, something he knows all too well. Kyle silently curses himself for misjudging as he jumps up from the bottom shelf to snatch the loaf of bread she wanted. He then quickly picks up his basket and dashes after her.

When he finally catches up to her, Kyle holds out the bread and offers a reassuring expression, neutral other than the hint of a smile. "I think you forgot this."

He gets having secrets. There's a time and a place to pry and this is neither. Besides, he understands how much it sucks to be put on edge and how much it helps to have someone to help keep things normal. That's practically what she did for him earlier, on the bench. Hopefully he can return the favor.