Adelaide can see Griff's point, and also the fact that there is still a slow seep of blood under the bandage, though it has slowed considerably. She is either going to go with her gut or she isn't, at this point, and so she nods when the man asks his question, when he lays down the knife.
"Well hell, good choice. I'd rather be shot than stabbed, anyway," she quips as she picks up the knife and stows it, and then she inclines her head toward Bishop. "You go on and get your bike, I'll help him to the truck," she says, and then she crouches down by Griff, slipping her arm under his on the side opposite the bleeding. She's small and not especially muscled, but she's learned the proper way to do all this moving of people in her time at UMCB. She gives a count of one-two-three and Griff is on his feet. If he's like the tough guys she's always known he's probably thinking that he doesn't need the help, but she doesn't wait around for permission. She's anxious as hell, now that it's all over, to get to her brother and have the conversation she'd come here for.
"And anyway," she adds when Bishop has gone, light and mostly joking, but at the same time not quite. "You don't seem the type who'd want to leave my little boy without a Mama. That was more those ugly pirates' deal," she says, nodding in the direction that Dugger's man had run.
They reach the truck and Teagan, and Adelaide gives her a nod as she opens the back door. "Appreciate you chaperoning my first shootout," she says, ever reaching for that dry humor when there's tension.