*emerges from the back with a somewhat cowed-looking man who is presumably "Marty"*
*grins and slaps him heartily on the back, his manner (and his language) softening considerably (while the kid at the register visibly relaxes in perfect synchronization)* Now look. You know what we're up against. But that's all settled so how 'bout we grab us a couple of beers after? I gotta fax this stuff in to HQ and then interview your kids here— *gestures to the teens at the counter* —but then we're all good. And no hard feelings now, yeah?