[WV lets his sword-paw drop, and sort of taps at the blade with the claws of his free paw as he looks between the two of them]
Oh. Er—oh. It is certainly a relief to know that no-one has come to grief, and that my heroic intervention is not necessary. It was only such a startling noise...
[he sets his sword carefully against the wall and hurries over, kneeling to help gather more greasy broken plate pieces and herd them into his Snuggie, which he's holding out to make a safe broken-plate-piece repository]
Here—please allow me to assist in tidying the floor.