[Wade's still chattering like the terrified victim of his newest break-in is going to help, going oh, yeah, almost! as he pushes himself harder against the glass until the window starts squealing from the strain. Sure, he could shatter it, but then all that precious cold air...

He lifts his head from where both of his arms are now tugging at the hilt until he. Oh. Notices the kid.]

Hah, nice bat, Slugger. I don't think bashing in the window's the answer here. [Ah, wait. That's, uh, actual fear on that face. Whoops! Usually that's not a big deal, but he can't say being some kid's new nightmare is the top of his bucket list. Seriously, who put all these unoccompanied minors in this goddamn motel?] Uh... ho ho ho?

[The canned laughter is in his favour, hitting right after his joke. Almost like he planned it somehow.] Santa's just... lost! But don't worry, he's got, like, the best treat in his utility belt if you don't tell anyone this happened, because that would be absolute poison for Santa's pristine reputation.

[Don't take that out of context, creeps. Yes, the context is still him breaking in and offering -- this is not working out for him.]