"Huh? What?" Childermass turns his attention back to Five in a distracted sort of way. He's been looking around, frowning at the chaos, trying to decide the fastest way to where it'll be safe. As safe as anything here can be, anyway. While he can't quite forget about the deadly weight against his shoulder, he has, if only for a moment, forgotten that it's a sword.

"Fight... ah," he says, quieter, glancing at the weapon after that moment of puzzling out her question. "You mean this? No, no, definitely not. More like I'm leaving from a fight, rather than going to one."