"Woah woah woah, hey there... something Grimm I assume? Unless... you know what nevermind, I'm not supposed to speak to you or anything... umm..." He let down his shroud with a quick "Ventilabo".

"I'm... I'm uh, human, I... uh... I'm not supposed to even say... anything... I gotta go." He quickly tried to leave at a brisk walk, shoving against the Grimm's arm. God that was awkward, he wasn't supposed to say a word to a Grimm, and a way to identify them was magical aptitude, and considering the rarity of that, it was pretty certain this was a Grimm, he didn't want a fight, but he didn't want a beating either.