Aeryn is wobbling a bit, but she is rising with dagger in right hand, healer's kit in the lefty.  It hurts, it hurts, the poison burns her blood it hurts. She points at the red man and quavers "He's got another of those knives!"  Wobbling more than a little bit, she hefts the small blade. Reluctant to throw it, but fearing she may have to she starts to close on the man.