When Lyle had positioned himself to wait for the sentient in the cafe to come out, he'd made sure to leave an escape route. He wasn't playing this stupid murdergame, he wasn't going to corner someone and make them thing they had to fight him to get away.

"Exceedingly wrong," Lyle said, raising the crowbar defensively and eying the knives warily. "So, how do you wanna play this one out?"