Already starting to walk out toward the shop (nice little place that had the tendency to sell anything and everything for a cheap prive), the Stampede matched his gait with Cloud's, one hand raising up to scratch at his neck. "Ehee..." How to say this...? ... Well, he could just-
"I'm a cop! ... Don't you feel safe?" Ahaha... Sheepish laugh, and the former (currently worse-than) bandit was back to the klutz Spiky had most likely always known.