Regardless of his intended person to speak with, neither of the men involved stop. Jingyi because he's seeking to incapacitate, the man because he's been flooded by compulsion.

Or if not, that's what Jingyi has told himself in order to be functional, because this comes too close to possession, and possession will send him screaming if he lets himself see and understand it as such. If it brushes too close.

Then he's straddling the refugee's back, the man's arms caught and pulled behind him, Jingyi braced so the wild bucking doesn't dislodge him. Knife now to the side, knocked further with a sweep of Jingyi's tail.

"Taiki, report."

Jingyi's thinking tying this man up might be the best way, or wait, no, there's a talisman, one that works if it's just a person here, and wait, something else: one hand holds both the struggling man's wrists, and Jingyi forms a seal with his other, plunging them abruptly into silence as the sound is suffocated in the man's mouth beneath him.

Outside, within the camp, there are shouts, and screams, and callings, and none of it restive.