Then take them out and send a message. They're the ones stupid enough to send goons this far on debt collection. Even if it's a lot of money, it's not worth it just to kill me out of spite.

[He sighs, setting his cup down and crossing his legs. His "nobody" image is still mostly there, but there's a confidence in the way he's sitting now that can't be hidden. His posture is slipping, back towards that of someone used to sitting in a big fancy chair like this, maybe in a room like this, and giving his opinion with the expectation that it'll be listened to.

He hasn't had to lie in a long time. He's lived his life being someone who was loudly, blatantly, aggressively himself. It's not doing him favors here. He's just fortunate his physical disguise is holding up, so none of the things that'd identify him are showing just yet.]