Elijah had spent a long time trying to think on what to do about the stuff written in the paper. He didn't feel like censoring anyone, but he had a job to protect people. This was why he found himself standing by the office for the Whitby Gazette. He waited for the reporter in question to exit so he wouldn't be faced by him and others who might twist this in the paper to make him look bad. He was torn over the issue enough as it was. 

When the guy came out, he paused. This guy was so young, he had to be just starting out. What was going in the guy's mind to produce such stuff? Did he believe it and thought he was doing the right thing? He couldn't imagine. With a sigh, he stepped over to introduce himself and stretched out his hand. "Hello, I'm Constable Crane. I was hoping we could take a walk and talk a little bit?"