[Alfie forces his face to stay straight, and hopes that they aren't close enough to see the horror in his eyes.]

No deal. What do you want her for? Look at her, yeah? She's valuable to us because she's ours, but she's a slip of a thing.

[He gives Mercy's hand a squeeze, and makes sure to address the woman with the gun. He knows someone in charge when he sees them.]

But you're in luck, right, because I would be willing to negotiate for the car.