Fight? With what weapon?

[ John sounds bitter, annoyed, and entirely genuine: despite all the scars and the warped-deep voice, he eyes the Husks with the wariness of any unarmed human. ]

I... suppose I could get close enough to try prying the shears free. Carefully. [ He turns a skeptical, assessing eye on Akechi. ] Do you know what will happen if they wake up?

[ He doesn't ask Akechi to be his lookout or his backup. The concept hasn't occurred to him. ]