I look to her. "...tell me, these guards likely expect threats to their lives. What's the first thing they expect to occur?" I pause. "If you said "an ambush", you'd be right. No doubt they'd get one of us." I stand in the center of the room and look to them all. "...for those willing to cause the death of someone in this room, raise their hands. Say you're willing to risk our lives for the sake of impatience and a meal." I let that hang for a moment. "If you don't, I see no reason why to go with that plan."