A click of the tongue as Viator unlocks the cage, enters with a chiding look to Bastien.
"Sorry, grandmama," he offers, and actually seems to mean it a little bit as he reaches for the old woman's wrist: and he grips it successfully, only to be yanked toward her as Teren's other hand snakes out to punch him sharp-knuckled in the throat.

The guard is certainly awake now, racing in to tackle her down so Viator can make his stumbling, wheezing retreat.