Will didn't look too surprised when the other man picked up the knife. A normal reaction to being attacked. He'd get used to it with his living environment. "Well...okay then...I don't suppose I can have my knife back? Dangerous neighborhood and all," he commented. "Ah, probably is too much. I'll...uh...well, just return it when you get the chance. Maybe at the fights. Here, have my card, in case you wanna reach out." He procured a small business card. It was rather nice, compared to the dank area, the fancy lettering and paper making it seem out of place in the apartment. He placed it down on the counter with one more sheepish smile. "Address is on the back. For the fights I mean. At least think about it. It's good money, you'll win."

With that, he stepped away, moving back out of the apartment. Though, as an afterthought, he poked his head back in. "Think about getting a new lock too. Someone could've tried to kill you here, for Christ sake. It's not like the country." That was the last he said, retreating out of the room again and...seemingly leaving as he did not come back into the apartment, leaving Jack with the knife and the business card.