No they don-- Yeah, my new boots will be coming out of your pocket. [Another time that Sparks wishes he had his guns. He also silently chastises himself for being so reliant on them; Sparks Nevada isn't about to let some juvenile thief show him up. He was busting robot outlaws when she was in preschool. But one shot of a laser pistol and that badge would be back in his hands.

He makes a note of where Yuffie had jumped down and landed, as presumably there were no traps there. She was definitely more spry than the marshal, though. He's no ninja, so he won't be leaping to the rooftops.

Sparks unsheathes his sword, and starts to spin it in a wide circle before letting it fly into the air, aiming to take out those strings and freeing the presumed badge. Maybe it'll take out some traps on its way back down. He didn't really care what happened to it, as he didn't much care for swords. Plus, he always had his robot fists anyway.]

Ya realize ya can't run from me forever, ya know. I know where ya live. We're both Heroes.