"Watson's reaching out to Six, they'll keep one another safe. I'm armed, both with my revolver and..." There's a small gesture to a pair of vintage scissors sheathed at his waist, as if they're a suitable weapon for defending himself.

(They have mad cursed vibes, if Palamedes can sense that. They are mad cursed scissors.)

"And I have good dangerous friends to reach out to, I'm not going to be out in the open alone, I don't think. Not until Rich is...apprehended."