Quinn glanced down at the man's hand a few times.  "Quinn," he muttered without taking Jake's hand.
"Blood Army too dangerous.  Even if there's only a few...worth a lot more.  Suicide to go in there."
As he spoke, he heard a rustling sound and he tensed, looking around for the source but could see nothing.  At least, not until he saw the glint of sunlight come from the street.
He dropped down, "Street.  Man with rifle.  Pointed at us."
Quinn could go days without meeting anyone, but today he'd really stepped in the shit.  An unconfirmed amount of Blood Army and two unconfirmed renegades.
He thought his best bet would be to bail and leave them to their fate, but that would entirely contradict what he had set out to do with the rest of his miserable life.
"Best we move on.  Too much risk here."