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Tilting his head with narrowed eyes, the Umbran attempted to understand the string of complaints thrown his way. A speedster? They were always a chore, but not half the amount of trouble his company would cause for Raziel. [color=F7D358]"A spider..?"[/color] The young officer asked, his attention shifting to the direction where the woman had been pointing. An annoying speedster was one thing, but a spider the size of a grown man? When asked to describe the perpetrators, Raziel swallowed a rapid sense of growing fear. A speedster he could handle, but a massive spider? He wasn't getting paid enough, for this. 

"Of course, ma'am," George offered the disturbed shopper a pleasant smile, along with tipping his hat, "we will look into this immediately," he finished, motioning for Raziel to follow him into the store.

[color=F7D358]"Right..,"[/color] the Umbran sighed, following along his partner as they moved through a mass of shoppers, each offering them a curious glance. Had it been anything but a spider, the young officer Raziel O'Conner would have managed a more sublime approach, one worthy of praise. As it was, however, he appeared quite unsure of the situation. Each step of this clawed feet brought him closer to a foe he wanted to keep a massive distance from, but the job demanded his attention. He could not allow personal demons to get in the way of that. With a deep breath, the canine raised his eyes to meet the arachnid's presence, his body tensing at the sight of her. 

"Excuse me," George spoke, "it appears that complaints have been reported of your behavior in the mall," he explained, seeing how Raziel maintained a close presence to the older man. It was obvious that if the situation grew ugly, the Umbran was ready to draw his gun at a moment's notice. Placing a hand on the boy's shoulder to calm him down, George shifted his attention back to the siblings, his calm a sense of professional integrity.