The goon's glances towards Divvy and Cork are so quick they're barely noticeable, but when they're done with he does not let go. He actually tightens the arm around her neck and Crabb grits her teeth harder, grabbing at it to try and pull it away.

Divvy narrows her eyes, and doesn't so much as glance back as she says, "Cork. C'mere." A simple, half-unspoken request that brings the largest man, over six foot and built a little like a brick wall, away from Crabb and the other two goons towards Valdis. "Let's see if the lady can put her money where her mouth is."