Hmmm... not jail, no, but he could use a talking-to. One sec.

[ She rummages around in her utility belt for a second, and comes up with a pen, a small notebook, and... a roll of scotch tape. A few seconds later, Jimmy has a note stuck to the back of his jacket that reads 'Hi, my name is James, and I could use some help working on my anger management and problem-solving skills so that I can stop trying to rob people. I would also be very interested in employment workshops!'

With the note firmly attached, SG slings Jimmy over her shoulder and stands to her feet. ]

I think it'd be okay if we dropped him off at the police station.