[ Nacho steps up to the forefront. Not in front of America, but beside her. She can take care of herself — he knows that — but he doesn't trust any of this. He narrows his eyes distrustfully at Five. ]

Yeah, sorry, man. Nobody else is here right now. Just us.

[ He crosses his arms over his chest. ]

And this one here, she's tough... but she's young. So either get to the point or [ he makes a phwhit! sound and gestures off into the distance with a jerk of his hand ]

[ Then to America, in Spanish: ] I don't trust him.