I don't think you're really in any position to negotiate at all. [ The woman says, gesturing. One of the pairs of men on the right scoot forward, weapons at the ready. ] But I'll make you a deal.

[ The man raises his eyebrows. The woman ignores him. ] Give us the girl and you can keep your car and supplies. And your lives, as well.

[ A different man, one with a baseball bat, speaks up: ] But the car was what we came out here for! Mr. Adams don't need more girls --

[ The man with the gun barely even hesitates, just reaches to whip the other across the face. Baseball bat guy yelps, holding his face, but goes quiet. Gun Man gestures at Gun Woman. ] We do what the Boss says. She knows what Mr. Adams is looking for.