Four cards embedded into the dirt between the newcomer and the jet, blowing up in warning. Remy leaned against the wall of the house he just investigated, arms crossed. "Don't be eyeballin' our ride for a joy ride, friend," he warned, cold steel underneath velvety drawl. "I'm willin' to bet your 'Master' don't need to know a damn thing about us. Ain't that right?" He looked to the other two for the sign to move.