He heard the cursing first. Not that he knew it was actually cursing, but by the tone he didn't think she was reciting poetry about love, puppies, and kittens either. "I can't say that I have seen anything like that," he replied, grinning faintly.
Not that it was amusing. Something like that running around didn't bode well for anyone else that was out and about. He would have made a faint mention about her being out in this neighborhood, but if she was after it? She might've known that already. "Which direction was it heading last you saw it?"