Then maybe we oughta help them out, right?

[The young man from before pushes of the wall and swaggers towards his friend, grin not entirely as nice as his words are meant to be.]

We'll take some of it off your hands... Give you a little lift back to where you're going... And, just like anything else, you'll pay us for our hard work. With whatever you've got to offer.

[Mika bristles and he holds his bags closer to him, the weight of the layered fabrics a solid wall, a wonderful protection against the overbearing pair. He inhales softly and sticks his chin up, pulling out every shred of confidence he's allowed on stage, he's given by Shu, and looking down his nose at them despite the height difference.]

Filth like you'll only soil what we've got, so yer better off keepin' yer hands to yourself. [He's trembling at the knees, he's glad he's behind Nisaka so they can't tell, but he's got the tone of someone that's clearly far above their station in every way.] Why don'tcha go back to the dirt where mongrels like you belong, huh~?

[this is the fastest way to a fight mika please]