In truth, if V wanted to fight Alec he would just go for his gun. This knife was carried as a memento and reminder, not as a weapon - that's what his arms had been installed for. V wasn't a fan of hand-to-hand combat, or anything up close and personal. He wasn't good at it. He hadn't needed to be since he was much younger and prettier.

"Means my hands aren't 'ganic." His annoyance grew as he watched Alec mess around with the beds and do whatever he was doing. Besides, cyberarms, hands, legs, and feet weren't uncommon. Even Johnny had a silver arm prosthetic to replace the arm he lost in the war, and he was practically a fossil. "I cut 'em and nothin' comes out, just damages the synthskin," he continued.

He seriously considered helping Alec with the screws just to watch him try and fail to open the door. It could be kinda funny, honestly, watching this scrawny pretty boy struggle with something so simple as a door.

"Seems simple enough, note is telling us how to get rid of it. Don't think this mayor guy would be tryin' to kill us if part of us bein' here's to try to blend in and not draw attention to ourselves."