They don't seem to be yakuza, just common thugs. When they see the fake ugliness of her face, they back away. "Er, yeah, bye." They leave the alley, losing interest in her as a target. Airi's reflexes tell her to pivot around, as she senses someone standing behind her. There, in the back entrance of the tavern, stands a huge man, with a bushy beard, wielding a club. However, her instincts tell her that he's not a threat to her. "Oh, you got rid of them on your own. Those punks have been harrassing people here for a while now. Sooner or later they're gonna catch a beating."
The bearded man smiles. "That's illusion magic, right? Good job."