"Uh." The mook skids to a stop, then reaches behind his back and flips out a knife, one that soon begins humming. He looks about as uncertain of it working as anything else. He takes a minute, then steels himself, trying to look as hard as possible. "S-so, what? You're just his fanboy?"

His gaze flickers from Wash to the gate behind him and he licks his lips nervously. After a moment, he just sighs and drops the knife, raising his hands. "Fine. You got me, Legion."

After all four of his buddies got dropped in less than a few minutes, it would take a right moron to try to go down on his own. And this was a Legionnaire. Trying to bribe one of them would probably be just as dumb.