Look, I'm all for fighting when we can handle it, but we're confused and scattered and I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Wolverine's turned up. If I were with my team, I'd know I could trust them to listen when I ask someone to cut me, but I can't, so right now the best plan's the old plan.

"Start running," I urge, already starting to back away. I'm keeping my eyes peeled as I go, looking for something, anything, but time's short and I don't want to start taking chances now. "Go! Move! Does anyone have a knife?"