Well, that problem seemed to be solved. The others were leaving, and Claire seemed to leave too. He followed after he, glancing back at the two strangers behind him. They didn't seem likely to turn around and shoot, but Kyle didn't want to take any chances. After all, he didn't even know if it was it was safe to stay with Claire either.
For once, the intrusive thoughts were quiet. It was less distracting, at least. He didn't want to abandon the first person to actually spend significant time with him, even if they were only forced to through survival instinct.
He scratched at his ears as he heard a faint crackling sound, like static. He must have hit his head on something when they dropped him here. Just his luck.
((Kyle Fitzpatrick continued in How Could I Own a Real Chanel When There's So Much Poverty in the World?