When she snarled, something in him - the long-ingrained hunter-gatherer's predatory instinct that the Walrider amplified to a ridiculous degree - wanted to snarl back and prove that he was the more dangerous one here. An alien emotion, and one he didn't particularly like, so he shoved it down.

"Yeah, it's me," he said, trying to sound calm, but he knew that he couldn't hide his pounding heartbeat from her, at least. "What magic? I mean, I'm not the local expert, so you're gonna have to explain like I'm five. And who was that guy? I thought I saw someone..."