Kevin ducked the minute the knife went flying. Trained in instincts from being an X-Man student. He was really grateful for it right now. Really grateful.

He carefully picked himself up off the ground and stared at Hattie. "What're ya doin'?" He asked Hattie, completely incredulous. "That ain't how ya hold a knife, Miss Hattie an' ya lucky ya didn't cut anythin' off... of anyone."