Jeffery raised an eyebrow at the mention of a murder, was that what people were acting troubled about? He honestly didnt poke his nose much into the affairs of those who dont contract he and his group, so he was interested to hear such a thing had occurred. His gaze shifted over to Kennedy as she went in front of the counter, knowing her she had her pistol or hand cannon hidden and ready to use if necessary. His gaze had gone from nonchalant to serious as the officer advanced forward however, but his body remained relaxed. If anything his adoptive father taught him, never be tense in a situation. He crossed his arms and looked long and hard at the cop, daring him to move again. "Look pal, I am certain you are just doing your job and such, well we have a job as well. Now, I dont expect you to give us the option of explaining our job and frankly, none of us really want to. Im sure you were told about the horrors that is the Dreaded Crow, but do you know why he became who he is? Do you? No of course not. So Im gonna ask you nicely... once. Leave, and we will go on with our own lives without any mention of you. But if you take another step, you'll get to meet my not so friendly side. Your choice."