[He's about to respond to the manager when he catches that look in her eyes. She knows. She knows exactly who he is, and for a second that trips him up as he tries to figure out how. Even if he's the same person outside of the costume, he doesn't just hide behind the glasses. He slouches, wears clothes two sizes too big and raises his voice an octave.
[Then he remembers what he's in the middle of, and decides that how she knows is a question he can get answers to later. He looks back to the manager.]
She's just a kid, there's no need to call the cops on her.
[He glances over at her, as if drawing attention to the look of panic on her face, and turns back to the manager. Even if the panic is there for an entirely different reason it might get her a few sympathy points.]
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[Then he remembers what he's in the middle of, and decides that how she knows is a question he can get answers to later. He looks back to the manager.]
She's just a kid, there's no need to call the cops on her.
[He glances over at her, as if drawing attention to the look of panic on her face, and turns back to the manager. Even if the panic is there for an entirely different reason it might get her a few sympathy points.]