Christian is out of the building and stalking down the street. It takes a moment for the chaos in his mind to realise that... "Damnit I'm naked." And his leg hurts, but there isn't anything he can do about that, at least that he can think of. Thankfully, there isn't anyone around that he can see right now. Christian ducks into an alleyway, before a police patrol drives by.
I wish I knew what to do, he thinks to himself as he leans against the brick. I mean it's obvious that I can't go back to shoot-you-the-fuck-up-land, He briefly wonders if people living in the 'hood' feel this way, and then he thinks, god, I'm so white. There's a lot of things he's thinking in that alley, but he can't figure out what is more important to worry about. His nakedness, Jennifer, his job, his home, all of those were in the lead as most important thing.
"I wish I had pants." He thinks that if he can settle one thing that's bugging him, that everything else will fall into place afterwords. It's worked before.