The cabby's jaw slackens in disbelief as his hefty companion is so easily wrangled into submission. The larger figure wallows in pain before lumbering off to the side, determined to put as much distance between itself and the caped crusader.

For Lionel, everything is a blur prior to the snap that jars him back to attention. A quick pat of his fingertips to his neck confirm that the knife has done no damage. His next impulse tells him to scoop up the nearest capsules that are not yet eroded by moisture, then the discarded knife for his own benefit. He inches back slowly, weapon tucked discreetly at his back, while keeping a wide set of eyes on the masked man.

"This is none of your business. Who do you think you are, huh?" the cabby demands while shakily pointing his own blade towards Adrian. Unlike his partner, he's more mindful of space and is not eager to rush in for blood. Yet.