B meets Fring's gaze steadily, and knows that he is going to try this again. It doesn't even take listening. Why wouldn't he make another attempt on such an excellent resource? So the corner of his mouth quirks up in a half-smile, and he gives a little shrug as if to say Them's the breaks.

At the very least, he can still deny the satisfaction of feeling intimidating.

As the other two turn their attention to him, he lets it drop. A civilian wouldn't act like that - and that's what he is, right? A totally random civilian. And Iman Asadi is a wonderful human being. "Yeah, yeah, I'm..." He makes a little display of checking his guitar case over, running a hand through his hair. "...I'm fine. Not sure what that was about, I've barely got twenty bucks in change in here!" He chuckles, a nervous sound that's just slightly too high-pitched. Just a hapless street musician, experiencing some crazy random happenstance!

"Um, are you two okay?" He doesn't need to feign worry as he darts a glance at Rush. It bothers him enough when people get hurt on a call he sent them on; getting hurt on his own account just shouldn't happen.