[The kid looked to not know how to fight with a knife, if that hesitation and then hold was anything go by. There was a lot more finesse than sharp end goes in the bad guy, but it was a lot easier to handle than a sidearm. He didn't have time nor inclination to give a lesson on knife safety and how to properly handle one in tight quarter fighting situations where there were just as many enemy bodies as innocent ones.]

Forget it. This is going to turn into a bloodbath no matter what you do. People in this state won't listen to you anyway.

[Either enraged or enamored with one another as it went. He wasn't not about to stick his neck out for a knife fight, though it would be an excellent way to blow off steam. The hard part was that he couldn't allow himself to fall into the same press of emotion that they were part of as he was far more dangerous than most when it came to close quarter fighting.

After all, his keen eye was already drinking in the scene, the numerous fights breaking out, the chaos, the screaming, the yelling, the kissing and the stabbing. He slowly turned his head to regard the small blond whom he had protected and gestured with his chin towards the exit.]

Go. There's nothing to be done about this. This place addles the brain, and there's no saving people with little self preservation skills.