"Yo, can we not be frontin' all over each other here? We came to help and we nearly got easy-baked. Everyone's a bit up on edge, ya dig? We don't need to be flinging shade."

Punchy steps between the elves/Eldar/mystery detectives and the riders, and spreads his arms in the universally acknowledged gesture for "check it before you wreck it". He flicks up his goggles and looks at the man.

"Neese your homeboy? We could stand to kick it and recoup a little. Lead the way."