Wearing a gleeful look, Haywood listened intently to Jessica's explanation. Of course, it made perfect sense! Nothing ever went down at tourist spots or resorts. When someone thought crimes, they thought of banks, offices, pawn shops, and convenience stores, as Jessica so helpfully proved. That bearded guard, standing there and scratching off the personal information of that goody two-shoes and the white knights, probably constituted half of the security force here. Once someone scouted it out, it'd make for the perfect hit! “Smart move!” he remarked before snickering. “And sending the captain out too, instead of someone a little...more discreet.” The sandcastle incident came to mind. “Interesting. Wish my captain took the initiative. She's too busy getting her hair done off our fees to actually take charge.”

She went on to ask if he and his friends brought their uniforms, which he brushed off. “Pssh! Please, what are we, amateurs? Course we did! Never know when you gotta blast!”

His show of confidence came to an abrupt end as Mark spoke up behind the two, causing Haywood to leap in the air in fright. “Gah!” he cried, before blushing with embarrassment as he hurried to compose himself. “I mean, gaah...gah ha! I thought I heard someone minding other peoples' business!” Motioning for Jessica to keep it cool, he crossed his arms and treated Mark to a derisive smirk. “Who're you calling bad? You seen too many superhero movies?” A brief moment of silence struck as he seemed to come to a revelation, after which he burst out in a fit of giggles. “Bahahaha! What, you thought we were serious? Just kiddin' around, dooood.” He really enunciated the word, trying to make the intruding adult feel and look the fool. “You've got nothing on us, mister superhero. Just a couple kids goofing off on vacation.” Haywood glanced at his new friend for confirmation. “Isn't that right?”