His face went pale beneath the grime, as he racked his mind for answers. "Password?" He snorted derisively. "I'm an outlier and a scout, I was never supposed to get this close to you guys, and YOU," he was proud of how still his finger was in the face of the beast. "Weren't part of my job description, so maybe we ought be wondering who sent you, you leather winged fire spittin' toad?"
Half his mind panicked at what he was saying. 'Oh right, insult the thing that threatened to cook and eat you. Good show, you're a fucking genius!'
A stubborn man, he focused on the bounty, and willed himself to stare in the mutations eyes, ignoring the bowel loosening explosion.