Suddenly and without warning, Walter finds himself thrown into the middle of a coughing fit. Shit, of course this would happen -just- when he manages to carve out a half-decent spot in the midst of all the destruction. He stumbles forward just enough that he has to lean a single arm up against the other side of the stall for support, putting him in clear view of the stall entrance.

In fact, it's enough to make it so when he manages to recover and begin to get back up, he's able to see Clementine just out of the corner of his eye. Enough to see the orange backpack on the girl's back, and most definitely enough to see the brick held threateningly in her hand.

Shit. With Walt's plan getting thrown out the window and a new threat looming, he has to think of something and fast. The girl may have looked young, but her young frame inevitably meant that her speed and small frame would overpower him. He looks directly at Clementine with a look of exasperation but more importantly, helplessness. Helpless old man with a coughing fit. Never mind the glass-holding arm limp at his side. Just feel sorry for him.