IC: The elderly woman tsks to herself and says, "Young hooligans! My boys have long grown up, but I still remember what they were like! I was going to escort you out to the nearest exit, figuring you to be lost, but here you are with a regular pack of never-do-wells. What was going to be the game tonight, lads? A little fighting over turf with those pig-stickers? Maybe get a bit drunk and do a little breaking and entering and filching? Well, I'll have none of it! Not tonight. I can't trust you running around loose, since you look out to put the hurt on someone and I won't have violence on my conscience. So I'm going to take you to Mr. Sabatini's men so that they can take those weapons off of you and I'm going to convince him to make you do some community service at our social! Now come peacefully, boys. I don't want Ethel here to spank your friend. I'd rather leave that to your mamas. Mark my words they'll hear from me!"
She seems serious. For those of you with surviving parents, you have little doubt that this woman would use your descriptions to find your surnames and track them down if it took her relentless weeks to do so.
Ethel keeps a constant eye on Gunzuul after he draws his axe. The old woman just tsks again and gives him the stink eye of elderly disappointment so intense that he feels that she is not only judging him, but his entire generation and finding it lacking.
OOC: This was an easier update than I thought. The sneaking in was blown, but this new path came to me while I was making dinner.