[Eddie normally isn't the type to do this, but needs must. He steps seemingly out of nowhere (he walks away from a booth he was checking out) and grabs Harry's arm with flair that would make the most egotistical superhero roll their eyes.]

Aha, I got you! Time to pay for your grand theft auto!

[He is really overselling this. Somewhere, high school theatre kids are cringing. With an actual goddamn wink to the paparazzo, he yanks Harry away, shielding Harry from any "apprehension" photos with his body. Despite the urgency in his stride, his grip is incredibly gentle.

Pitching his voice low as he ushers Harry through the crowds.]

Just kidding, I know it's bullshit. I mean, even if it wasn't, it's just grand theft auto. No one even got hurt. There are, like, hundreds of more important crimes out there.

[Eddie leads them into a hallway closed to everyone but con staff. A true rebel, what with neither of them being staff.]