"Oh, I'm very sorry miss, very sorry indeed." Taylor slunk back into his seat with a faux sort of schoolboy penitence, learned from many years scamming old ladies not dissimilar to Ms. Krump - though that was often the job of other gang members. Taylor was usually the one to wave a sawed-off in their faces when they weren't buying it. [i]Jesus, I've known nannies with fouler mouths.[/i] "It's just that where I'm from, we, uh... we're a lot more [i]stringent[/i] with our young'uns." He shoots a fuming glare towards the kid. "No, we are not a [i]posse.[/i] And don't yer Aunt Millie got a friend or two to take care of you here?"