Cassius nodded to the noble, before adding: "Listen, I don't mean to offend, but you're going to have to act the part if you want to survive in my part of town. I don't know what you've heard about the poor district, but most of it is probably true. You might want to take some clothes off of one of these men, or be prepared to lie about your origins. For all intents and purposes, you're an associate of mine. You're still new to the political scene, so our enemies might not recognize you off hand. But you will have to act like a criminal, and think like one. But let's cross that bridge when we come to it, yes?"
With that, Cassius jumped up and ran towards the counter, slamming into one of the men behind it. He grabbed two bottles, breaking them on the man's face, shouting "Everyone who wants to get out of here, follow me!"
Getting off the man, he checked around for a sign of a trap-door of some sort. After a few seconds of scanning, he managed to find an irregularity in the woodwork, and instantly knew that was his escape route. He opened it up, and once again called out to the nobleman. "Bring your men, too. The more people we can surround ourselves with, the better chance we have of surviving. Come on!"