Someone shouting anything other than brand names is enough to grab his attention. The way he turns towards Jean-Paul looks like he's doing his best Exorcism impression.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he says, floating at the top of the stairs over his freshly parted sea of shoppers like some kind of vengeful deity. "Crowd control. Every thing, on this floor and up belongs to me now and I don't like to do my shopping amongst the rabble."