He nodded, noting that the foreigner was backing away just as much as he was. He didn't want to turn his back, so he continued a few paces back, ignoring the warmth spreading across his jacket from Korra's blood. "We're leaving. Trust me, we don't want anymore trouble." Calm, collected, though he was keeping a wary eye on the gun. If it could do that to Korra, who knew what it could do to him.

Speaking of Korra... They needed to stop the bleeding, fast. But they needed to be away faster. "Hold on," he whispers to her as he looks for a safe opening for the both of them. Finally, when he gets an opening, he bolts, pushing away from the crowds and towards his home.

He'd remember that foreigner's face for later.