[Dan's primary impulse is to try and get up to assist, but he's well aware that that won't be seen as anything but an attack, so he stays seated. His secondary impulse is to fidget, preferably with a cigarette, which is his go-to whenever he has to sit still longer than a few minutes, but that's both gauche at the Pole and would require him to reach into his pocket to retrieve something, and he knows better than to do that.

So he's quiet and mostly still as he watches Branch work, just occasionally softly flicking the aglet on one of his shoelaces to keep those perpetual jitters satisfied.]

Well, my answer to that is that we ain't in your home. We're all from different places, and we got to cooperate past our differences. I imagine you ain't met all the big folk there are, so you might could have gotten a, what's the term. Non-representative sample, what with them Bergens. [Dan isn't sure what a Bergen is. He glances at Stacia, curious if she knows.] Like you said, if we wanted to kill you, we could have might already, and we ain't.

[That seems more sensible than a platitude about how Branch could probably fight them off. There's no pretending there isn't a power imbalance.]

You look like you lost a lot of blood volume. I got some water, if you want me to slide you a glass. It'll help. I'll drink some first if you want to show it ain't poison.