[Graham picks up his pace, wincing as that just makes the awful grinding sound of the wrench against the concrete even worse. With his free hand, he makes what he hopes is a reassuring 'calm down' gesture at Holly.]

Look, I'm sorry that I scared you. Really! I mean, no matter how you look at this scenario, it looks pretty bad. Some random guy stomping down the dark, rain-drenched alley with some creepy object that seems like it'd be pretty good at delivering some indiscriminate blunt-force trauma. I think I saw that movie the other day. But the thing is, I couldn't hurt you with this thing even if I wanted to - which again, is something that I must stress that I do not want.

Just watch this, okay?

[He tries to pick up the wrench with both hands, straining as he does so. He manages to get it about five inches off the ground before he gasps and drops it with a loud clang. He drags the wrench over to the fallen umbrella. He picks it up, offering it back to Holly.]

See what I mean?