In most situations, Guybrush would have been leery about taking orders from an officer of the law, given that he was a pirate and by nature followed the direction the winds took him; however, factoring in that this was the experienced Inspector Javert who was giving the orders— a man who had already proven himself the more level-headed and practical of the two of them when faced with danger— and that the hallways of the institute had no winds to guide him, Guybrush decided to follow the elder man's advice without question or quip for a change.

"Aye aye, Inspector!" Guybrush said as he took a swing at one of the tentacles as it neared him. It was moving quickly enough that he missed- he ducked as it flew over his head, straightening up once it had passed. "Just be careful of these tentacles! If they hit you, it'll probably OOF!"

The same tentacle he'd ducked under came back for a second pass, landing sharply against the middle of his back- the claws cut through the thin fabric of the shirt, tearing through his skin and muscles cleanly. The impact knocked him to the ground, where he skidded a few feet from the force. He came to a stop along the opposite wall, now closer to Ema than Javert. It was there he finished his sentence: "... Hurt. Ow."