An eye over his shoulder to Emmrich. Man's busy.

"Right," He doesn't want to get nearer the bodies, not the way his head's at. But there's more than one use for a knife. He squats beside the Venatori, and something stutters in the motion of his blade. Resets. Cedric slices free a hank of sleeve, tosses it over. "Reckon we can unwind this."