Jinn eyes him from behind the sunglasses. Malcolm may be out of his armor, but he is not dressed for getting in the muck. Then again, he does not strike Jinn as the kind of man who has much occasion for it.
And yet he has offered.
Jinn holds out the shears, handle first, as Malcolm handed them to him a few minutes ago. "It's easier than disentangling them. Start over there." He points to a tangled mass of mostly dead plants to the right of the gravestone. Between the two of them, there is a better chance of clearing it.