When Mairi steps forward, Jon steps back on instinct, a jolt of panic quickly attempted to be quelled. A few people to try to steer clear of, a clear identifier to note, and a deeply impactful threat to cement all of it firmly in his mind. Even if he didn't want to agree, what choice did he have?

"A-alright. Alright," Jon says, barely more than a breath, swallowing thickly. "I'll--- leave you and yours alone. You've got my word. I don't want to harm anyone."

A half-true notion, really; he's not a Hunter, he doesn't rend, tear, or kill. It's easy, that way, to pretend that the impact of the nightmares and emotional turmoil that lingers like tar on the mind isn't actually hurting anyone.