He doesn't answer at first, instead giving a look that reads, obviously. That changes with how very unimpressed he is with her denial of that. Nobody has just one enemy.

And then he looks outright insulted. "I'm not putting my blade on the ground."

He lifts it high instead pointing it outwards. It begins to dissipate, flecks and pieces falling to his skin and seeming to absorb there until his hand is open and empty.

"You're wasting time. We were told to get those guys out of here, not me." He jabs a thumb in the direction of the wide eyed ghosts.