Sam feels his jaw tighten, tension expressing itself in breaths that escape from flared nostrils. Jesper's quick action is startling — a bully tactic that Sam should accept, but it feels almost premature in this setting. He doesn't flinch or question it because that's not his role in this production, but it's got him more on edge than he's got reason to be.

"And it's not only us," Sam affirms, following Jo's advice to the bandits.

The leader scoffs. She's tough and there's lines etched in her skin that read older than she looks. "We don't got loose lips. If'n we do, then I s'pect we deserve the hole in the gut." Her counter doesn't particularly read as false bravado, but bravado nonetheless.

"You don't mean that. Your lives are worth more than some piece of information that's doing you no good. Tell us what we want and we won't hurt you." She spits on his boot — an impressive shot from that distance — and Sam can tell bargaining like this isn't going to work. He throws up his hands and glances between the others. He tried, at least.