[ Super lucky for his ribs.

The time it takes for their new friend to return doesn't give Hilda much time to subtly check out her surroundings. She doesn't want to be caught staring, but it's at least relatively easy to look like she's scared and nervous that way. The blades pointed at them at least lends to her jolting back a little bit into Altair's orbit and she winces, clutching lightly onto his sleeve. After a moment she hesitantly reaches for the hatchet at her side, offering it up before it's snatched away in an instant. She wasn't going to see that again, was she?

A nervous look passes from her to Altair. ]

There's some weapons in our bag but — [ That too is quickly snatched from her grasp and she lets out a squeak of surprise. ]

"And what about you?" [ Another man — presumably the leader according to his body language and the way the others seemed to defer to him — steps up towards Altair brandishing his sword towards him with a sneer. ] "Hand them over. Don't tell me you let your little sister hold all of that shit. What kind of man are you?"