What other choice do they have?

Noah let out a frustrated sigh, then started removing his jacket.

"Noah!" Jordan exclaimed in surprise to her new friend. "What are you doing?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking my clothes off," he responded.

"You're actually going to do this?" Jordan asked in astonishment.

"Yes, I am, and if I were you, I'd get started as well," Noah retorted. "We don't really have any other choice. If we don't, we could get hurt, or worse."

"No way," Jordan retorted as Noah handed over his jacket to the masked men. "I'm keeping my clothes on."

"Jordan..." Noah looked at her, visually tired of her delaying the inevitable. "They seem like they would be happy to do it themselves if they have to." The last words left his mouth in an angry tone as he untied and kicked off his shoes.