Genda takes a moment to flex the free hand. The creak of the leather glove and the clink of the snake scale like armor covering his forearms is ignored for the most part, in favor of the new dexterity.

"It's not deep enough to close but there's a box of first aid supplies in my bag that is likely long enough to hold them if we use the lid as a shield and place them out of the way until they decide to go back to wherever they came from."

Worse comes to worse they just block them off from people being idiots.