In X's experience, calling local law enforcement would only give allies to the established merchant, no matter who actually called them. The Sentry isn't the law enforcement of X's experience, but his mistrust still exists. Probably something to do with how they temporarily jailed him for trying to find a missing child.

"Rutile," X tries, but it doesn't look like anything reasonable will work. The argument is getting too loud, too heated. When that becomes clear, he steps firmly between them, a physical barrier to more shouting, facing the igheeri merchant. "Stop," he says. "Shouting at customers in front of other potential customers is not the best business strategy. Please."

Then he looks over his shoulder at Rutile, and against all odds, he looks faintly amused. "Peachy?" he asks, brow raised. "What's going on?"