[Czeslaw isn't sure he would've dodged even if Mrs. Johnson allowed it. He's glad she didn't get very creative about the kill, at least. Knives might be better than someone's bare hands, even.

Poor Firo, though. He raises a hand to put it against the arm holding him in place.]

Don't worry. I'll come back from something like this in seconds. Just don't wait for me, okay? I don't want her making you kill me again.