[Okay, so Goatman is not a friend of hers, not that he honestly expected it to be. He just wanted to make sure before he shot it full of silver. He popped off two shots at the creature's head and then she was grabbing for his belt.]
Whoa! Easy where you're grabbing! [Once the alarm passed, he processes her words and snatches the silver knife from his belt, pressing the handle into her hand.] You almost grabbed the wrong weapon, man!
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Whoa! Easy where you're grabbing! [Once the alarm passed, he processes her words and snatches the silver knife from his belt, pressing the handle into her hand.] You almost grabbed the wrong weapon, man!
[Oh, right. Yes. Slobbery goat monster. Priorities.]
Gotta say, I don't recognise this creep.