He mimes putting something (in this case, the Solo) into his non-existent back pocket. Before joining her amongst the crowd. He'd hoped things would stay peaceful, but clearly that wasn't on the cards for them any time soon.

He casually dodges a punch aimed at his face, glad for the cat reflexes his Miraculous afforded him. This was going to get...tricky. He exhales loudly, flocking his baton around in a tight circle, a transparent black shield forming in the action. He keeps twirling it as rioters bounce off it, carefully picking up the fallen to move them aside.

"Come on, people, it doesn't have to be like this. We can all get along.Just like the big purple dinosaur says we can."