The Tangle step lightly, little fawn

She was a prissy one. His eyes looked up over when she turned to face him. She really didn't look like she belonged out here...wherever they were. Ratio didn't know the region for shit, of course. Was he even going the right way to get out of this hell hole? He pushed it to the back of his mind.

He noticed her thin lips, the tightness of her eyes. He was in much less pain and was much more aware of the fact that she was just some woman. No need to bite her head off, not literally. He managed to avoid rolling his eyes at her, though barely. He was devoting enough willpower to relaxing his hackles which still stood bristling along his shoulders. 

When she spoke, she even sounded more prissy to his ears. 

"Getting out, yes. No one stays here." he growled as if that were incredibly obvious. Again, not that he knew the place well enough to be sure. As he calmed, he realized that she was passing through, which meant she must have somewhere to go. Allowing his bristling fur to abate, finally, he shifted a bit away from her and asked "Where are you going?" It sounded almost accusatory. Then, after a moment. "Where did you come from?"