Dennis curses in silent frustration at the lack of a handy vehicle in which to pursue the fleeing figure. Worse, he has disappeared into the activity on the street.
Dennis removes his Packer's cap and wipes the sweat from his forehead as he heads back in to the burger joint. Grateful that the wind has ceased, he surveys the scene. The dude who was flying is still in the room, though no longer seems to be an immediate threat. He notes another guy in a ninja get-up as well as a guy brandishing a huge gun like it's an extension of his arm. Taking care to step around the broken glass, pools of blood, shell casings, bodies, and uneaten burgers, he walks up to the survivors.
"I know I'm not from around here," he says to no one in particular and everyone in general, "but would someone kindly explain just what the hell happened in here?"
Before anyone can offer an answer or reply, Dennis looks down at one of the unconscious thugs (whom One-Eye was just about to cuff). "Oh, hey, I remember you," he says and bends over the one he threw his lunch at. He starts rifling through the guy's pockets, searching for a wallet. To the others, by way of explanation, "Dude owes me six bucks for lunch."