"O-oh, I'm sorry Mister!" The Impmon apologized to the young man who approached her, nervously looking at Shark and then back out into the street. She even fidgets.

"I'll try to be quieter, and get Miss Whirl to be quieter too. I'm so sorry."

Of course she can't really do that, considering Whirl is somewhere out in the blizzard looking for someone to fight. Or hitting himself by now.