Handbag woman immediately starts freaking out for a whole different reason. Veronica ignores her.

"What the hell, lady?" the man shouts. As he attempts to struggle she slides his elbow a little higher up his back, just enough that his shoulder is straining in its socket.

"Haven't you heard? Crime doesn't pay, all that jazz."

Through gritted teeth, "What are you, some kind of cop or something?"

"As a matter of fact I'm --" Veronica cuts herself off. This isn't her world: waving a badge around might lead to a different sort of difficult question. "-- just a concerned citizen," she finishes lamely.

(Meanwhile one of the skater teens whispers to his friends, "Cool!")