"Got anything at the Park we can douse 'em with?" Joel asked the Hound that had shown up. Marina, if he remembered the name right; on of their officers. He had contemplated firing into the air to get the squabble under control, but it seemed unnecessary unless things got really out of hand. "It's that, or you grab one and I'll grab the other."
Joel had already noticed the gas can and matches, which were incriminating in themselves, but were almost an ironclad arrest (or questioning at the least) paired with the place.