"Listen," you say, putting your hands in front of you in a gesture that's both conciliatory and defensive. "I have no idea what's going on here. Care to explain?" The thug who talked to you looks confused. He holds a brief, whispered conversation with the others. Then he turns back to you. "Not gonna cut it," he says. "Furlbrows tried the same game. Doesn't matter if you pretend you're with us. We know when you're not." The thugs' position tells you that they're about to attack. Looks like you just ran out of time on the information option. Time to try something else.
Run while you can. Attack before they do.