This isn't the best sort of place to look as if he's looking around deliberately so Yngvi rubs at his nose, letting it cover his mouth to onlookers. "Disputed turf up ahead, mind what got you in on this before?" He can't come right out and say it but they're still squabbling over bits of turf here and there so splitting up isn't the best plan. "Carta sees us together and you'll get a free pass, still the big ticket in town. Do whatever tricks you've got on you, I know how to handle it if anything gets dicey at the rear yeah?"

Yngvi isn't an artificer for nothing after all, and not every trap is an elaborate production. A few caltrops spilled out of a pocket that's just sprung a hole? Deters a good few.