That looks dangerous. He jumps back, reaching back for his nunchucks out of reflex. Leave it to him to bring a knife to a gun fight, but he doesn't take them off their hold on his back, and he's glad for it.

She doesn't bring her weapon to bear, he'll leave his where it is. Then, he'll look around at the flowers and back to her again as he straightens. "It does no good to try and destroy them anyway. More will grow back in their place. I have tried."

He looks down again, considering. "If I may ask, what do you intend to do with them?"