[A knife is a tool, and he's sure it'll come useful even if it's not going to be for puncturing skin and organs. It's just as good as a lever, a way to grab on between bones and pry them apart. Okay, not ideal, though - once again he finds himself wishing he had a hammer in his hand, or maybe a hatchet. But it'll do. He doesn't want to kill the guy anyway, that isn't the point of this, he just needs to knock him down fair and square and get him to back off as retribution for putting hands on them.

Chrissy's interjection makes him smile a little, but he holds a hand up - toward her, but also the fucking rest of them who apparently have zero honor.]

This is between me an' him, okay? If I see any of you skeleton boys try to get a dirty hit in, this is gonna get a lot worse.

[Johnnie is standing coiled like a spring, ready to strike, while Cruz is still slightly stunned this is even happening. He holds one hand up to his friends, but one to Johnnie.]

I knew you were trouble, Redmayne. But you're not stupid. We can talk this out, come up with a plan that leaves us all happy and then you and Miss Chrissy here can go on your way. Nobody has to get hurt before we've even begun.