He looks around worriedly when the trees and plants rustle, when he hears more than one voice in that moment. Should he run? It didn't seem like he was in danger--and when it came down to it, he was never in any real danger from the trees, but still--he's wary, and it's not like his friends would know where to find him if he was taken again.

"Then that doesn't sound like they were your friends in the first place." He keeps his voice neutral, his accent lending a softness to his easy-going tone. He glances around, unsure exactly where to address the person? Being? But he holds his hands up in a placating gesture.

"I'm guessin' you used to be human."