Reno gritted his teeth and made an annoyed sound that was suspiciously like a deflated growl. That phrasing definitely got to him. He hated the idea of losing.

"...there are a lot more of them than there are of us. Better just to lay low for a while," he countered instead. At least it was a reasonable response as far as he was thinking. Only two Turks, a whole lotta everyone else.

It made sense to him. If he laid low once they got back on the train he could see what went down, how much his reputation spread, how people reacted to it. He didn't even know what Roland or Inigo would do about this whole situation yet anyway. He could see how it went, and then make a plan to move forward. Right, seemed reasonable to him.

So he's just going to sit here and order another drink and enjoy being a little buzzed before he has to go deal with it, thanks.