Hearing Terry's curious glance that had a twinge of excitement, I just stared at him without saying anything before he eventually got the message and fetched the people who were staring me daggers earlier. It didn't take long before the same five people walked in slowly—totally different from what they were earlier—and funnily enough, they couldn't even maintain eye contact.
However, even without eye contact, I could clearly see some of them clenching their fists, gritting their teeth, etc., a few ways to tell me nonverbally that they weren't happy with their current arrangement.
In all honesty, I was just here to talk to Terry about my sketch and ask Rosie for a deal with her flowers, and as thuggish as this may sound, if these people couldn't accept their loss, pay what they were due, and still act out against the people who were feeding them and keeping them alive, they should be taught a valuable lesson.
I said loud enough for everybody in the hall to hear: