A low scoff answers Goro's grin.
That grin, by itself, is enough to send the child darting behind his mother. His eyes move from the kid peeking from his mother's legs to look off before him- into the distance where some people dressed a little better are standing solemnly, their arms crossed in front of them.

Those must be the leaders, he guesses. It's unclear, he's unsure-
But for what he does know (and oh, he knows):

"Bullshit. An enemy force comes by, you don't send out the women, old people, and the kids. You lock 'em away and make a show of force with all of your able-bodied, and all of your weapons. You tell the other side, even at something like this, you ain't to be fucked with."

A shake of his head follows.

"How long d'you think it's gonna be before the assholes you've riled up in Cadens realize, you think? That a bunch of farmers' wives're the enemy you're so scared of?"

He continues to move forward, coming to a halt a (respectful enough, he guesses.) way away from the dignitaries. And as Goro passes, his voice is low.

"You're on borrowed time till you're laughed out of the city, and you know it."