Nodding, Jasmine pulls some chains and manacles out of her backpack. Pretending that carrying around manacles isn't a strange thing to do, she proceeds to chain up her friends, closing them but not locking them, instead keeping the "closed" with some string; strong enough to resist the little pulls that come from moving around, but not strong enough to hold up under a real attempt to get free.
Satisfied with her job there, she adds a couple other touches: a similarly sturdy-looking-but-actually-weak peace bond on her friends weapons. Taking ahold of the chains, she focused on the half-orc bandit, before taking his brawny form.
"Onward, captives!" 'he' cried out in his deep, more masculine voice.