Shima tosses a glance back over one shoulder at Sam when he goes back to back with him, but only for a second or two. He's back to keeping an eye on his side of the goon squad closing in on them, the first group gradually growing in rank as a second group that's finished trashing another street joins them.

"I don't know, I think I'd be cool with the big guns. The big guns would probably be really great right now! Unless there's something wrong with the big guns?"

He doesn't sound nervous, exactly. Exasperated might be a better word for it, at having only a metal staff between him and an angry mob. There's a better defense he could fall to, but that isn't a fact he's willing to share just yet.