"Name's Bob Dowell, actually." The old man sits back down, and starts to enjoy is cigar. "Apologies for the fear, ain't as good as my younger self. Made a good choice in rescuing me, ya did. See, I'm a banker for New York. I'll see to it ya get reward for handling these bandits!"
The bandits pass through. The woman walks backwards, keeping her gun on you. The other bandit walks past, seeing Manco in the room with an old man, and seeing one of his allies shot down. He points his gun at Manco.
"Seems we got some heroes here," he replies.
"Put it out!" the snoring man cries. "Please, oh god please, don't kill me too!"
The Victorian woman points her gun at you. "2 minutes is a while, but a bullet to your head? That's an instant. Not like we couldn't put it out, either."