[ He blinks, as if the idea had literally never occurred to him. Him screaming like that? His voice is too deep. Or... OH. Oh, she meant he'd attacked someone, oh.

Sigh. His shoulder slump a little but he still keeps his hand out. ]

I guess you don't. But I wasn't. I was sleeping out at the edge of the woods when I heard the screaming and came to try and find out if someone was hurt.

[ Now that there's actually light on both of them, she might be able to make out that he's in an old army-style long coat, a little tattered but well maintained, with a couple of empty satchel holsters and, curiously, a small shuttered lantern on his belt. He's unarmed, other than the flashlight, and his chest is rising and falling with shorter breathes, given that he'd run most of the way out here. ]

You too?