[John jumps a bit when Sherlock seems to come out of nowhere, but he recovers quickly. he nods at Sherlock's question and follows readily. This whole idea is stupid and dangerous and just all around not good, but he can't help the way his heart pounds in excitement as they make their way down the forest path.]

I looked everywhere and didn't find the gun or anything that could really be a useful weapon. The closest thing I have is a pair of scissors. I also brought some bandages just in case, but that's about it.