[ using a dagger feels strange to heine too, but probably for different reasons: he's accustomed to guns over blades any day, although he knows his way around both.

that's beside the point, though. he squints bemusedly at the guy as he— ] Did you just sniff me?

[ bro. it's not enough to stop heine from accepting an ally, but bro. he lowers his hand, including the knife he's holding, and tilts his head a little at the commentary—funny thing to say. he might not smell like iron but he probably smells like steel, if for no other reason than the collar of it around his throat, hidden under bandages. ]

Okay. [ he nods. heine has been handing out concussions like candy so far, what's another? ] But if it comes to it and you need to knock me out, hit about three times as hard as you think you should have to.

[ heine is. shall we say, tough to injure. once it seems like he and this guy are in agreement, he turns back to the door and presses up close to it, then tentatively peeks out into the hallway, scanning briefly for ghosts. ]

Are we sneaking through or fighting through?