It's definitely not subtle the way he sacrifices what, in Syrlya's eyes, is a civilian. Most of whom are just as scared and lost as the carnival itself, with even less expectations after they brought this on their doorstep.

He's a little struck by it at first, which gives Joker time to at least grab and pull on his arm. It's far too late for him to save them, so Syrlya twists on his heels to run.

"What are you doing?" He just about hisses, keeping up alongside Joker as least for the moment. They just need a little shelter, first, so his eyes scan rapidly for any sort of cover. "So do I. You should be there--come on."

He nudges Joker in an attempt to take over their direction. Over there, between the crushed stalls.