[Although he notices, he doesn't take it for anything deep for now. It would be too much of a jump to assume anything terrible when plenty of people would feel uncomfortable or afraid of weapons in a situation like this. Normal people would, anyway. He isn't sure where she fits in yet but he can't really say his instincts point towards 'normal'.
He draws his gun and flicks it to the side as it slides into a sword, fire spreading over the blade a moment later. Akechi tries cutting the vines with it, not slashing but taking care instead in drawing a straight line through them. They do cut and set ablaze and for a moment, he believes it might actually be viable. But the next, they spring back together, twisting and healing, even thicker than before in the places where they were slashed and burnt. He extinguishes the fire and pulls the sword back into a gun with a sigh.]
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He draws his gun and flicks it to the side as it slides into a sword, fire spreading over the blade a moment later. Akechi tries cutting the vines with it, not slashing but taking care instead in drawing a straight line through them. They do cut and set ablaze and for a moment, he believes it might actually be viable. But the next, they spring back together, twisting and healing, even thicker than before in the places where they were slashed and burnt. He extinguishes the fire and pulls the sword back into a gun with a sigh.]
Well, it was worth a try.