Mahone takes off to check on Michael, and as he's crossing the courtyard, he notices that Tyge -- who has already managed to get his pants back -- is scanning the courtyard with an experienced eye. Mahone makes a point of casually cutting across his line of sight. Once Mahone's presumably out of sight, Tyge takes off toward Whistler's cell. Mahone -- who had merely ducked out of view -- watches him go. Tyge had better be grateful Mahone's not bringing his A-game to prison.
Meanwhile, Michael has noticed that his assigned guard is a sports fiend, and while said sports fiend isn't watching the television in his guard tower, he's listening to it and fiddling with the antennae to get better reception. Whistler pops by to share the news that they'll have a six-minute window starting at about 3:13 in the afternoon. Michael begins to share the news about his guard, and as he does, we see that Tyge has sidled over to Michael's cell and is trying to figure out what's going on.
Michael begins explaining to Whistler that they can probably distract the sports-fan guard with "a device we can build out of some pretty common materials. It's almost like a radio except it transmits signals." Tyge is now right around the corner. You know, Michael should totally recruit him to the cause: the way the light's bouncing off his pecs, Tyge could provide a glare to cover the other escapees. And then, once they were all out, Tyge and Linc could have a pec-off to see which one has the most magnificent man-muscles. Just imagine the pec-off...I like to think it starts with ominous drumming, moves to a haka-style dance in which both participants rip off their shirts while baring their teeth aggressively, then segues into weightlifter poses while their audience shields their eyes lest they be blinded by the peclipse.
While we're all musing on such a spectacle, Michael is correctly intuiting that someone was eavesdropping on him. However, when he and Whistler rush outside the cell, Tyge is already gone.
We cut to Tyge hustling across the courtyard, trying to look like he's not in a hurry, and he bumps right into Mahone. Tyge mumbles a "pardon me" and Mahone says, "You're the new guy." Tyge rolls his eyes and says, "Yeah. Who are you?" Mahone gets all up in his face and replies, "Not the new guy." I love Mahone when he's snarky. This season's been missing his particular brand of humor. So Mahone and Tyge do a little posturing, and Mahone warns Tyge, "Is this your first time in prison? Rule number one: you mind your own business." Tyge tells him to take his own advice, and learns rule number two: don't mess with the guy who looks like he hasn't combed his hair in a week.