[He'd drifted. The jolt of realization hits him hard when he's finished deflecting and disarming a larger man, turning him back into the crowd for someone else to finish (it wasn't his fault the man had decided to come at him with only a set of brass knuckles). He's whirling back to meet back with Yuri (who was supposed to be a body's length away, max) when she's asking some other deranged NPC to stop --lot of good that'll do-- and Neji notes he can't react in time to even use the Vacuum Palm.

Luckily --and he narrows his eyes to curse what he didn't do rather than what Yuri had just done-- it wasn't needed. Foreign as those sorts of weapons were to Neji he could still tell the strike had been well-placed. He looks on, impassive as ever, his attention wandering from Yuri to the other living persons. Back to Yuri. She'd delivered her blow, why wasn't she still rushing forward? Was she injured or?

Oh.

Those eyes-- she may as well be a civilian, after all. Neji moves closer, gestures to the sword, nods to the exit. They were close, now. She couldn't shut down now.] We can't get out of here if you just stand there. You have to keep moving, Yuri.

If you can talk you can move, so go. I'll keep you safe.