[The one who spoke keeps his eyes locked on Urahara, while the other one briefly looking over and seeing nothing but what looks like a woman being intentionally frustrating. That one, at least, looks mildly sympathetic.

"That a fact?" He looks ready to pick a fight- as Urahara suspected this one is itching to stomp out trouble wherever he sees it, even if it's just a minor infarction. He probably hasn't made quota.]

Oh yes. You know, I can't even go to the kiosk on my own block because there's always so many ruffians hanging around.

[The second Vakdir tugs on his partner's arm. "Come on, Ivan. Let's look into that." There's minor resistance from "Ivan," but he finally decides there's nothing he can get out of Urahara. To sell his story further as they walk away, Urahara approaches the kiosk as soon as he can disengage and knocks.] Miss? I'd hate to interrupt, but I'm in a bit of a hurry...