By hurting him

Oh this shithead. Fortune's jab catches Larius in the throat before he can even flinch. He chokes and sputters, stumbling back before Fortune grabs him by the hair and slams her knee into Larius' face. "Mecha suits. Now!" she steps on Larius, making sure the sharp end of the iron boots go into his spine. "Noxian praetorian guard! Sweet fucking stars! The High King Commander's royal guard! Anywhere with high ranking Noxian officials and there are bound to be guards wearing those mana forsaken suits!"

Fortune lifts her foot off Larius' back, "Thanks." she gives Larius her best smile and walks out of the bar.