For a few long seconds, all Jiang Cheng can do is stare in stunned, half disgusted, half impressed silence. Unpleasant, but effective. As it's all he has right now, it'll do. Shaking himself out of his initial response, and motions for the stranger to follow him towards the captain's quarters.

"Our personal effects are this way, or so I heard," he explains, glancing over his shoulder in between keeping an eye out for trouble ahead. He might not be able to punch through people, but he has enough martial training to get by without his sword. He's picked up a broken plank of wood himself, swinging it at something that lunges from the shadows, striking it to the ground before driving the heel of his foot into its skull.

He keeps walking.

"I'm Jiang Wanyin, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Leader. You are...?"