Oliver didn't get a chance to even accept the sheriff's gratitude before Sanguine was jumping down the throats of the newcomers. Apparently she would not tolerate even slight misunderstandings when it came to things like her rank. The Paladin shifted his weight slightly, to shield the townsfolk from any immediate manifestations of her wrath, but did nothing to actually stop the vampire. If she moved to harm them, he would shut her down, but that was it. He didn't approve of her terror tactics, but didn't say anything. They did require a united front in order to deal with these people.
So when the sheriff led the way toward the nearest intact building for a powwow the Cleric stopped his companion from following by stepping right into your path. "We'll be right with you." he declared, barring the vampire's way until the humans disappeared. Then the warrior, having checked to insure no one was watching, grabbing the Guild Master in another disabling kiss. When he relinquished her lips, he left his arms around her, holding the woman close. "Babe, you're at about a thirteen, right now. We're here to help these people, not make them shit themselves to death. Let's dial it back to about an eight, okay? They don't understand that you're the new boss yet, but they will. Don't freak out if they get it wrong, just poke me, and I'll correct them, okay? The 'good cop, pants-shittingly terrifying cop' routine will only work for so long. If we can be civil and talk through this, they will understand that we are better than whatever asshat tried to have this place trashed." he gave the vampire a moment to process everything, to make sure she wasn't going to lost her mind on him or something, and then leaned in to offer her another, gentler kiss before they headed inside.