There were plenty of hazards no matter where anyone go, and he wasn't about to be cooped up just because he didn't happen to have specialized powers. He wouldn't waste his time waiting for someone to do something for him when it was clear that there weren't enough people about this place to make that tactic worthwhile. There were limited resources, and he knew exactly where that would eventually lead.

So there were risks that would be taken. What was the worst that happened? He died again. Well, Jinx would be extremely upset if harm befell him he was certain, but that wasn't the worst idea either. He was no slouch to survival, but that was the urban roughness of the Undercity and not an actual forest.

He had seemingly gotten himself into a situation that required intervention. His knife was working through the vines but not fast enough. How pathetic!

Of course, then he found himself dropped to the ground next to the open maw of a carnivorous plant, wincing as his wounds were jarred. He took a minute to catch his breathing and roll away from being a potential meal from the plant next to where he had landed. He was slow to rise, arm across his chest and tucking his knife up his jacket sleeve for now.

"Danger resides everywhere. I'm not about to stop exploration based on fear."