"What were you even doing out in the first place?" he demands, because here we go, another damsel in distress who's out here risking herself for no reason.
At her comment, he glances down at his arm. He ditched the makeshift bandage of his shirt a while ago when it stopped bleeding, so the gashes are plain to see, though they don't look anywhere near as fresh as they would on someone without his powers of healing. "Yeah, that's what you get when you tangle with a raptor," he rasps out, hoping to make her realise how much danger she's in - and then pauses, studying her. "Mortal technology? You're another immortal?"