"Oh, yeah at least a baker's dozen, but unlike the last person I trusted with a pointy object, I know I won't regret it and it won't get another kid killed," Phil's bluntness served a purpose; he was letting Firo know that he was on a level above the serial killer, that he was different. "And likewise."

Carefully, he raised his hand up to the knife and gently tugged it back into his belt. "Thanks, I can be a klutz on the worst of places. We good on headed out?"