[ Well, it looks like Iris has made it to the store just in time to find trouble. She looks from the menacingly glowering thugs to the shopkeeper, who is looking at her as if he's expecting her to be able to do something about these guys...

If her Dad were here he would be telling her to leave. Get yourself to safety and call the cops. Common sense, Iris.

But Dad isn't here and she is. Her heart's pounding as she takes another step into the shop, letting the door fall shut behind her. She straightens her shoulders, she's faced down bigger and bagger thugs at home... just, not by herself. Never mind. Too late now. ]

I'll just be browsing the newspapers here, alright? I'm sure having an eyewitness won't disturb you in whatever perfectly legal business transaction you're about to make, right?

[ Oh damn. And now the head thug is looking mightily pissed. So much for that plan... ]