[ Ashraf smiles widely at him, pleased for the contribution, and presses the money into the hand of one of the nearer men. ]

You only had to ask. [ He says it with a grin, like it was just some big, hilarious misunderstanding. ] Go home and put your guns away— they're useless against a lot of us, and they'll probably get you hurt.

[ The two are backing away, unsure. One breaks and runs, and the other follows shortly after. As soon as they're out of sight, Ashraf's smile is back on Thassarian again. ]

Thank you for the restraint.