He'd ask if animal is meant to include Edward himself, but that'd be more than a little rude, and he's not about to peel back someone else's scabs without provocation. For all he knows, the horns and things are normal where the guy comes from.

"You have anything on you? Like...supplies, food, anything?" He's got his camera. His meds. His knife. His lighter.

At that point, the thread runs dry.