That smirk rubs him the wrong way in more ways than one. On one hand it is infuriating, and on the other it is an expression he's seen far too often on a far more hateful face than this strangers.

"Do whatever you want, it's not like I'd be able to stop you," he sounds equal parts resigned and frustrated. He might not like this stranger but he doesn't want to see anyone get eaten by the Ungoliant. Or the version of her his nightmare has conjured up. "But I wouldn't look for appreciation from the Doomsman if I were you, it's not relly in his nature to give. Especially not to someone like either of us, I think."

For something so wast the Ungoliant is faster than one might expect when she wants to be, or perhaps it is just the nightmare making her so, for she never seems to stay in one place for long. Moving here and there within the unlight, making it hard to keep track of her. But the light certainly seemed to attract some attention, for the moment it lights up there is the sound of excited chittering echoing across the darkness.