It seems pretty logical that the mortals aren't going to care and neither is Merrick. Actually at this point in time all Merrick cares about is that his heart is going way too fast, his skin is slickened with sweat and he can't really blame Katie for either of those.
"Don't take this the wrong way but perhaps we should seek a defensible area in order to plan how best not to die?" His eyes flicker over the group, chair held tightly to his chest. "And so that Professor E. Scissorhands can stow his books?"