Startled by the shout, he nearly flings the ball of sharp before he actually sees the source. Some freezes, six limbs bracing himself up in the high corner. The place is crawling with meatlings, but this is a child. Not what he'd expected.

Slowly, he stretched downwards, far enough that he could set the thing safely on the ground and hold out all four hands, placatingly. "No whoa. No knife. See?"