The Triad members glance at one another as though to say 'is this guy real?' and 'was that supposed to be funny?'

Because they aren't laughing. And surely this guy, wandering in and demanding from them, can't be that inept.

Like them, the woman is watching him, faintly bemused, as though curious where he will take this all next -- as though he is more a curiosity than a savior.

"Look." Water flows from the flask of one, curling around his form. "You don't look worth much to begin with. I suggest you just get out of here. Before we change our minds."