"Oh, ha," Marty huffs, somehow managing to sound sarcastic even in his breathlessness. "I don't even know" -- pant -- "what got them all crazy like that!"

But as his wound's pointed out, his head dips, and he blinks as if he's only just processed its existence.

"Ah..." Marty grimaces. "Shit."

The trail of blood he sees behind him is incredibly humbling. "You don't think plants can smell blood, can they?"

Marty catches a bench nearby, thank goodness. So he heads towards it, only to be surprised at the feel of a sudden tug on his left arm. A sense of dread builds in his stomach, and for a millisecond he's concerned the evil plants from hell have caught up. Fortunately, looking down only shows that he and Jacob are tied together by vine at their forearms. The guy's decidedly a better thing to be stuck to than a monster from an environmentalist B-movie.

"Do you, uh... still have your knife?"