Miller rolls onto to his feet, draws his pistol and levels it at Naugus. He has at least a few bullets left, but he's not confident that'll be enough stopping power. Maybe better to use reason?

"Look, Naugus, more of my men are going to be here any second."

As if on cue, there comes another shout: "Snail! ¿Qué está pasando allá?"

"I'm not going to be able to talk them down if you pull more stupid stunts like that. You look for the sunglasses. I'll deal with them."