[He studies her for a moment before nodding in agreement— if she wants to fight, he's not about to stop her, but it was only right to give her the option to get to safety first. If nothing else, that impressive vine shield of hers was proof enough that she knows how to take care of herself.]

Alright, we can—

[Her reaction redirects his own attention; he follows her gaze to where the injured partygoer has begun to change.

Shit.]

Yeah, okay, that's— alright, that's not good!

[Obviously.]

How many people got hit? We're gonna have to deal with them, too— maybe we can restrain them? Those vines you've got!