[b]Abram - Mall - Magnus and Co./Sam[/b]

When the man presented himself, [i]every single[/i] one of Abram's military instincts kicked in. His thumb pulled the hammer back on his pistol. He grabbed Samantha by the shoulder and pulled her behind him, covering half his body with a ceiling-high support pillar. He saw that the man wasn't pointing a weapon at them, but this didn't appeal to Abram in any way. Weapon or no weapon, this guy was still a threat. "I don't want any trouble, pal." 

His sights were aimed directly at the man's forhead, and his finger would pull the trigger at the mere flinch of a muscle. The man spoke in an accent and announced that they were surrounded. He was incorrect, however... as a few men trickled to either side of them, he backed up, making sure that Samantha was shielded. He knew she was independent and could protect herself, but his knee-jerk reaction was to protect his friends. 

"Look, I don't know what you want, but I'm afraid we can't come with you..." He said. He had to make their plea believable. The lie brilliantly unfolded in his head, and then through his lips. "We've got a kid - precious little girl waiting for us back at our place. Th-the apartment building a few blocks down!" He picked the building they'd passed on the way in. 

His feigned tone of fear did not show his true confidence. He was sure he could get them both to the exit if need-be. "Please, sir... W-we can take you there!"