Dale quickly mauve red his way to the teen, placing the stone in his pocket, with the target in sight. He didn't like drawing attention to himself, but he'd rather not call the thief out in public either. The boy reminded him of his early days, and he wasn't sure how strict laws were in the area. Jail was a cold and terrible place. Instead, he waited until the teen was in a rather crowded area, somewhere where the people would not look at a disturbance. Placing his hand on the thief's shoulder, and pressed down. Quickly, the teen would find himself unable to move the leg on the shoulder's side. The pressure was immense, but also controlled as he turned the thief to face him. With a concerned smile, Dale spoke in his rather soothing deep voice. "Uh- I think you have something that belong to me." He'd see whether the robber would take responsibility, even under the circumstances. A test of character.