Ran looked around at the guards, not liking this situation at all.  He delicately shifted his weight on his knife, knowing that he could have it drawn and cut the director's throat out before any member of the security detail could draw their weapon, but he didn't want it to come to that.  Keeping his hands at his sides, Ran stepped a little closer to the Director, showing him the killer's gleam in his eyes.  "We came here for a simple reason, and we don't want any trouble, but you had better wipe that silly grin off your face and give us some real answers, or God help me I'm gonna make some trouble for you.  All those guards, all this weaponry, none of that's going to help you one single little bit if I find out you've been hurting my crew."