[ D'Artagnan's eyes darken. It's not that much of a surprise, not really, not considering what's happened thus far. It's clear that the guards don't sympathise with them, and the idea of disgust or distaste doesn't surprise him at all.

Distrust is something different, though. He turns back, rubbing his hand along his jaw. ]

I wonder what they're afraid of. What they think we're going to do.

[ Why there's distrust. He leans back. ]

Maybe something happened here, something that ruined their opinion of us. It's as if they think we're a threat. We need to know why. Maybe we can use it to our advantage.