"I'm not talking fast," he snapped. "Maybe you're just thinking slow! Ugh, this is no time to argue. And keep your voice down. Do you want to wake them over there? No, I thought not! Now just calm down." High talk for someone who was feeling the dregs of his temper begin to rise, Hysaeda thought with a frown. He sighed and looked over his shoulder again, and caught a glimpse of a sheath in her blade. "Wait I think I can get it," he said. Hysaeda scooted forward, keeping his wrists back and rolled to one side, though it strained his shoulder to do so. He twisted in an odd way, a way only a person who'd maintained flexibility for all their lives would be able to manage. It strained his neck and he squashed his shoulder, but he shoved his head toward the belt at her waist until he felt the hilt of the small knife by his lips and pulled the weapon out of the sheath with his teeth.
"Okay," he muttered in a funny way with the knife in his teeth. "I'm 'onna d'op de knife in yo' han'. An' schta't cuttin'!" Hysaeda turned his head even more, and he was starting to feel light headed by now, and dropped the knife between them.