Robert
Was it a security!? Lao's heart raced, as he didn't want to get arrested ~~like before~~ when he's just arrived here! Chingling was still screaming inside, and it could still be heard but it wasn't compared to the noise that he made when his decibels would reach at the mountain peak. 

"Hello! Officer, heh. You must be mistake this thing is *Not* Mine, he lied. "Anyways I mean no harm but unfortunately," He squinted, staring at the state in which his glasses which were in. "Unfortunately, I cannot pay for that." Lao kept his foot on top of chingling.
Charlene
"Officer- do you have any idea who you are talking to?!", he furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the man tried to regain his composure. Of course, that horrible first impression was hammered into his head. 

"No harm? I don't care about the broken glass here! Whoever owned that damn Chingling should pay for these!", he showed off his broken spectacles.
Robert
"Yes sir!" A bead of sweat ran down his cheek, and he looked to the side nervously. It reminded "Boop," He tapped the ball onto the yellow pokemon making sure they get into it's ball.

"Like I said I can NOT pay for that! It's my friend's chingling I'll ask them to pay later," He scratched his head looking to the side. "So what's the crime rate here officer?" Lao casually whistled.
Charlene
"Address me as Roark. You don't have to be too formal about it", he placed his glasses in his pocket. "And for the last time, I am NOT an officer. I am the gym leader of Oreburgh City", the man placed a fist on his chest. 

"If you're taking care of your friend's Pokemon- Wait a damn minute... Where is your friend anyways? Shouldn't they have been here with you?", Roark frowned at the journalist.