Perhaps it was luck, or maybe fortune really did smile upon Orb weaver, but as he exited the jewelry store, he spotted something shiny moving towards him from above. Reflexively, Orb weaver raised his hand -and by extension his bag- to protect his eyes from the glare has he tried to see it better just in time for the object to strike the spot where his hand had been. Orb weaver remained unharmed, however now there was something embedded in his bag, which in all likelihood might have. The criminal clucked his tongue, not sure if he should've been impressed or annoyed by Talon's entrance. "[b][color=fff200]Oh great, now i've gotta sew up my favorite back pack when I get home. How lovely. You know, if you're going to go about heroing it up, throwing knives around probably isn't the best way to apprehend a criminal if you want to stay popular with the public.[/color][/b]" Orb weaver deadpanned as he pulled his gun from his coat and leveled it at Talon's chest. "[b][color=fff200]That slightly worrisome method of crime prevention aside, don't you think you should be dealing with more pressing matters? A fire from a gas station explosion potentially endangering lives and you're dealing with petty theft? Priorities man, priorities.[/color][/b]", Orb weaver was remarkably calm considering the deadly weapon thrown at him, his voice held a hint of mirth and amusement as he chastised Talon, almost as if it were a game to him rather than a dire situation.