Isabelle continued her seemingly entranced tour around the streets of London, her gaze and attention periodically drawn to a particularly vibrantly coloured shop, or extremely ancient building which were abundant in London. Currently, her attention was set upon a rather interesting clothing shop; however it soon changed when she heard the sounds of cars approaching with great speed, their tire screeching as they rounded a nearby corner. Turning around quickly, she spotted the sources of these loud noises. Down the street, she saw someone in a car run a red light intentionally then very nearly hit a pedestrian woman and her child in a stroller. He raced down the road at a high speed, totally uncaring of the people that he was most certainly putting into great danger. His tires even left great black marks upon the road, staining them black with hot rubber. A police car was not too far behind him, its sirens wailing their tell-tale tune and its engine making a sound similar to the criminal’s car. One of the officers placed his hand, with firearm clutched in it, out of the window, and took aim at the criminal’s tires. It was a highly risky move, as the bullet could have hit one of the many pedestrians that dotted the surrounding streets. The shot appeared to have missed the criminal’s car completely however, but it also didn’t seem to have hit any of the passers-by.  The police car swerved soon after, seemingly losing control and coming to a complete halt as the car they were chasing continued on down the road, with reckless abandon and total disinterest for the lives of other road users and pedestrians.<br/><br/>It was not the first time Isabelle had seen something like this occurs, but it was still an uncommon sight that left her rather irritated that some idiots would rather resort to stealing and murdering to survive, than actually being productive and helpful to the people around them.<span style="color: #FFFF00">“Idiots, all of them.”</span>Isabelle muttered, referring to the criminal in the car.<br/><br/>She briefly considered speaking to the police officers, who had swerved near the street, but soon dismissed the idea. It wasn’t a great idea to get slapped with wasting a police officer’s time while chasing someone. There were likely more officers chasing the man anyway, meaning that his escape was not assured in the least. Isabelle stood and starred for a few moments after the whole incident. Despite not exactly being rare, chases like that were always interesting to watch, to see if the police actually caught the criminal, or if the offender escaped. Coming out of trace, she walked over to the woman and her child in a stroller that the man had very nearly killed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Are you alright? That idiot's driving didn't harm you, did it?"</span>She asked the woman, genuine concern in her voice. Isabelle hated to see death at all, pain was something, but death was just plain worse. The woman didn't answer immediately however, being too occupied with her child, making sure that it had not been injured by the criminal's reckless driving. Isabelle waited next to her, waiting to verify that she was still in good health.