Draiss nodded back, before sending his annoyance at the glares, and then asking to show them his combat form, not serious with the offer, since it was the same one that Jashah had pushed him into barely a day before. He simply ignored them, and leaned against the wall, waiting for someone to start throwing rotten fruit. He looked them over, before shaking his head, not a professional in the lot, and he would be generous to call them a militia. More like extremely irregulars. He could sense the constructs amusement at the so called 'freedom fighters,' noting that even WITH their enhancements, against any real opponent, all of them would have been rather brutally murdered already.