Simon was striding back and forth next to the waterfall. Technically, he was 'reformed', and as such didn't engage in any violent activities. However, this was technically for a good cause and definitely had good reason, so he was fine with setting aside restraint for a bit. It had been such a long time since he had the opportunity to really dig into someone, and now he didn't even have to feel to guilty about it. 

Abruptly, he turned. "Excuse me," he directed to Darnies. "Do we have any..." he waved his hand vaguely. "Medical supplies or healing stuffs? It'll put my mind at ease if my chances of accidentally killing him before we get anything interesting are lowered. Oh, and any tools would be appreciated - sharp things, blunt things, heavy things. I can be creative. Are there any ants down here? Do we have salt water? Both would be appreciated, though ants can be fickle. Either way, I can get started pretty much immediately without any of that, but all of that stuff will help. But, uh, maybe put him back there for now. I'll get started in a sec." 

All Simon had on him currently was switchblade. It was sort of risky for a fae to carry iron weaponry, but most modern blades had it and Simon was too lazy to locate or pay for anything else. Even a small blade could put some heavy damage in, if he so desired. 

His eye turned to the young girl, the one who'd gotten them into this mess. She clearly hadn't gotten too good of a grasp on the struggles she would have with Hunters. She probably got unlucky, with her first real run in being all this garbage. 

"Well, it's going to be a good learning opportunity. I think we'll have some pretty sights in there, provided you're not squeamish and that you can appreciate shades of red. Actually - do you have any problems with blood? Then you might wanna wait out here with the green instead." Because, even if Simon was cutting someone up, it was important to ensure everyone besides the victim was comfortable at least.