Restraint? "Oh, uhhh, r-right?" Jaune said as he pat himself down but found nothing suitable for the situation. Then he looked at Blake. "Hey Blake, what about your ribbon?" He asked. "We could tie him to a pipe or something?" Jaune suggested, shrugging his soldiers. He realised he let his sword down for just a moment but quickly raised it at their captive's throat. Jaune was patiently waiting for something to happen so they can get to the situation below but priority right now was the person in front of him, who he was currently ignoring the rhetorics and insults.