Lloyd misses his trick as he looks for the best route to make himself disappear. Whatever instinct there is to get help seems to evaporate -- a holdover from when he had a job that put him over whoever was in charge. There was something wrong? He needed to find somebody in charge of the thing to take care of it, or put somebody in charge of the thing.

But he does hear that query. Not looking back, "Fucking run, dumbass!"