Nodding once, Geddoe dared to sheath his sword and swiftly moved among the prone assailants, collecting guns and knives and kicking away any debris that could be grabbed and used as weapons. He tucked a few of the blades into his belt for safe-keeping, but the guns he tossed on the front seat of Jack's SUV, not wanting to touch them for too long. It was a safety concern; he only knew the vaguest theory of how they worked and didn't want to set one of on accident.

He stood back and brushed a glove across his brow. He was sweating a bit under the strap of his eyepatch. "I think I'd best stick with you from this point on," he huffed. "At your command."