Geddoe blinked at them, and then looked over at the man maintaining the barrier. "Friends of yours?"

Someone in the crowd dared to jeer at the newcomers, for which he received the tip of Wild Geese just under his nose. "I promise you, this isn't for show," he warned in a low tone. "Unlike yours." He nodded toward the guy just next to him holding a cardboard sword; nonplussed, the younger guy threw down his prop and backed away sheepishly until the crowd swallowed him up. Without taking his eye off the mouthy one (or his sword for that matter) Geddoe tipped his head in acknowledgement of the quad in black shirts. "Step over here, then. Watch yourselves."