He'd already sent out a small EM pulse that'd wipe out the camera phones and such early on. At most there'd be a few blurry pictures from the first few moments of them entering. That'd probably be plastered on the newspapers but it was blurry enough that he didn't particularly care.
"I'm sure there's a back exit they'll let us use," he responds and looks pointedly at the cashier who blinks for a moment then hurriedly nods.
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