A teenager stood to the left of the man, a bit behind him and his red hair covering his eyes. His fair skin was covered by black jeans, a grey button shirt, and leather gloves. He wore combat boots, and a black hoodie, unzipped and the hood down. "You're quite a creep, if you don't mind me saying so, you sorry bloke." He rasped, his sharklike teeth in a menacing smile that looked more like a grimace. "And your outfit is horrid. The pattern doesn't look like something a posh person like you would wear. I'd think you would have a better fashion sense than an amateur vigilante detective." He observed the girl casually, as if she was a bag of chips in one of the aisles in a grocery store. "Interesting."