"Well.. I thought I was just leaving." I glanced down at the small crate I had, marked 'incendiary' and 'dangerous', tempted to throw it at the Guardsman, but that would do no good. He'd likely shoot me before I got it up. Rather, best to try tact. "But I'd be willing to help out here, if it's needed. I'm not sure what help I could be. I'm not good with negotiations."