Swamped

Your thoughts are interrupted by a flash of fur rushing by from your left. It takes a moment to realize what happened - a sandrunner's gotten loose.

And it's tackled Jeremy. Well, that's one way of dealing with that problem. You suppose you'd best help the fool, though. You go on over and pull the sandrunner off him.

"Sorry about that. Don't know what's gotten into it," you say.

Jeremy gives you a very particular glare. It gives you the distinct impression he wants to say "how dare you be a human in my presence".

"What is a human in combat gear doing here?" he asks accusingly. "Is the director conspiring with human armies, on top of all her other sins?"

"It's protective gear. This desert isn't exactly a safe place, you know. I don't even have a weapon!"

Because you left it out in the desert. You're going to have to deal with that at some point.

"That does not explain what you are doing in what is supposed to be a grebling camp."

Gods, he's even more annoying now than when he was babbling about heresy. How should you respond?