The small group of toughs, now with extremely painful to hold weapons, lacking the advantage of numbers, definitely looked like this wasn't the place they wanted to be. They didn't even have the time to be offended by Finn's lack of social grace. "Hey now, we don't have any problem with any of you." One of them said, he must be the leader. One of the humans, wearing a slightly nicer suit than the rest. "We're just here to convince someone to leave." Sidelong glances at room 105 could tell anyone who was even passively observing them (at least, those up close) that the target of these Yakuza goons was the person they were here to extract. Maybe a promise to help that person get the hell out of here would be enough to convince them to leave.