Of course he did. That's Ko-Ga. He's a vicious killer of a bird, so, watch yourself. No sudden moves, lip quirking in another attempt at de-escalation through humour, Nate's eyes followed Aivar as he circled, head turning to keep the other well in view.

The busted leg didn't slow him down too bad, but if it came to blows, it might give Nate a fighting chance. In a brawl Before he'd been passable. Survived a few knife fights. Even got shot, once.

This body was different. Unfamiliar. And there were no confrontations without the kinds of fangs he'd seen cleave cowbone in two on the range. Better to stay friendly, if blood could be avoided.

Well. More blood, anyway.

If you're curious, sure, tag along. Just — try not to scare it. Low and slow, ok? Finally allowing his gaze to slip off Aivar, Nate walked forward with his head level to spine and tail — a poor approximation of a stalk, but then, he didn't entirely trust his counterpart and wanted to be ready to react if he got jumped.

You missed out on a perfectly good opportunity to call me a quack medic, y'know. He scoffed.