"Okay, well... It might look like a lot! But I do. And I'll not hurt the monkeys, I promise. They're just jerks."

And with that he pulls out his bayard from the back of his belt, turning it into a gun that's likely longer than she is tall. But he's careful with it, taking sparse loud shots at the ground, scattering small clouds of dust and rocks.

The monkeys screech, unsurprisingly, because what the hell is even that, and start to disperse. At least the ones with some common survival sense do.