Shhhhh. [He winks at Flat. This consists of him closing his one eye. Please forgive him if it looks like he's just blinking.] Our little secret, remember? But yes.

[He can tell Flat is afraid - well, anyone would, in circumstances like these. He might have an advantage, in one way or another, but it doesn't mean he isn't taking this seriously, despite his seemingly easygoing attitude. He nods at the young man, gesturing for him to move back, glancing around him for any signs of movement.]

Let's get to a safer location, shall we? I don't think that one I killed might be the only one here.