[Aaah, touched a nerve. That does tell him something though: more trouble awaits, and it's enough to get the folks on the payroll antsy. Bad news all around.

Richie only smiles, collecting his bowl and saluting the kid with his spoon.]

Not to worry. We'll figure it all out. Thanks for the hospitality, all of you. We'll keep mum about it, never you fear.

[Last thing he wants (aside from all four of them dying in here) is to repay kindness with tanned hides. Richie will finish his broth and water, and collect all the bowls for washing. He brings them to the gent cleaning up.]

Thanks, pal. You guys are solid. Truly, you are.

[And he'll make his way ahead with the gang. What terror is on deck now?]