[Thankfully, insulting people's fallen comrades and family members and people themselves seems to be more forgivable than actually biting them.

Stopping a ways into the greenhouse, he puts his hands on his hips and looks around at the rats, then glances over at Lalli when he spots him pulling out his knife. Maybe. Making a humming noise in his throat, Emil considers.]

Do you think smoke would hurt the plants? Because I bet those dumb rats would hate it and all go running straight out. Might be better than stabbing all of them. Well, faster anyway.

[Nodding once to himself as if the choice has been made, Emil pulls out a pack of matches.]