Seeing the look of a man itching for a fight- and not feeling that stupid, himself- Pietro just nodded, moving back to his seat to let Jack follow them out of the club.
Knowing the man leaving behind them was a bad omen, Hardison gave Eliot and the thug a wide berth, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. One on one, the guy didn't stand a chance; Eliot wasn't going to need his help.