"So you're, what, going to just politely ask them all to leave? Does it work like that?"

The bone-dry glance he gives Xunxian along with the words suggests Arche is pretty sure it actually doesn't, but he gamely waits for the other man's response as he reaches for a ripped and dusty rag nearby to wipe at least a little bit of mess off his hands. Maybe he could just Force-drag the whole pile off into the treeline, but it feels a little wasteful somehow.