He'd appreciate it, if he thought further than the assumption that she knew he was more likely to survive a fight.

He wanders on in silence, sword drawn - and after about ten minutes, stops. There's the clear sound of voices - not more than two or three by the sound of it, but quite clear all the same. They're pretty close but not moving, so obviously not walking.

'I suggest we get up close and you use a knife. This close to the top the use of a gun would surely be heard and could draw any number of them - we could easily find ourselves trapped.'