David scowled at the Norse boy's back.  He was smooth, charming, and good-looking, and maybe just a little bit... oily.  Well, Anna could handle herself he was sure, but he'd keep an eye on this blond stranger.  Too him, it seemed more than a little suspicious that he'd appeared chasing a convenient gang of bad guys - like he'd staged his entrance.  Still, there was no real reason for bad feelings toward the slickster.  At least not yet.<br/><br/>"To the mall then?"  He looked to Anna, and asked. "You got a bike - I don't suppose all four of us can ride that.  Anyone else got wheels?" He asked the others.