Jonah walked into the infirmary, having left earlier. He had his kukri pulled, and an ominous look set on his face. He whispered; "Leave now, please. He ain't gunna come ta' harm if he cooperate."
He walked over to an empty bed, sat on it and, apparently trimming his nails with the amazingly sharp blade, calmly said;
"Well den. Yah made quite a mess outta' da hangar. I'd recommend yah start explainin' yahself, lest I let Zion here..." - he pointed at the kukri - "...do da talkin'."
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
