He watches, crinkling his nose a little at what he's seeing, "The fuck is that? Those were out here on the island?"

Alright maybe he needed to get out more, but if staying inside kept him from encountering that then he's fine with his current plan of: never leave home again.

He wants to ask Carlisle if he's okay; he's shaking, looks stiff and uncomfortable, and he's far, far more pale than Pratt remembers. But he hates when people ask him that because the answer is always 'no.' And he can't think of a better way to phrase it.

"I take it these things aren't friendly." He says sarcastically. Because of course they wouldn't be, nothing he'd met so far that wasn't a sentient person had been friendly. Even some of the people had tried to kill him, so he's assuming everything is hostile until proven otherwise.