He likes trouble; he's very calm about liking trouble. In this case, though, he'd feel a whole hell of a lot more calm if he was sure what trouble was. At least he knows where it's coming from.

"All I can tell you was that it seemed to be bipedal." So not wildlife. "It never got close enough for a good look." He glances down at her thigh and the gun holstered, there. "Or close enough for a good shot."