Daniel's gabbling and doing a great impression of a terror-stricken teenager. He's not much younger than Joan but he looks positively childish next to her. Marcus growls in his throat and grabs Joan about the middle to haul her back, the other hand going to her wrist, trying to twist so she'll drop the knife.

"Up," he barks, "get up, get out, this isn't safe for you, trust me — "