"..." Alex didn't say anything. "Did you just put a gun to a child?" He asked. He fixed a glare at the would-be robber, one that seemed to bore right into the man's soul. It was as if he was measuring the man's worth as a human being, and finding him close to worthless. The raw intensity of the glare felt like the bandit wasn't the one holding someone at gunpoint, but someone who had a knife to his throat. It was at that point that he'd realize that this was the glare of someone who was beyond pissed off, someone who had just seen something absolutely unforgiveable. The carrier vaguely noted that the shopkeeper didn't say anything yet, but he wrote that off as him knowing that their new 'friend' just made a grave mistake.