[ Scott's gaze shifts from the crabs up to look at Rin at the touch to his shoulder, and he straightens up, lifting an arm to rub the back of his head, and a crab with it. Not because he'd caught the crab, but because it currently had its pincers pinched around his bicep.

Very carefully, he removes it and places it into the bucket. ]

Yeah, sometimes. Usually I can control it a lot better but being in this place has me all confused I guess. [ He shrugs helplessly, fixing his gaze on the other boy's face again, canting his head toward him to get a better sense of his scent.

Still human. ]

So are you a were-something too?

[ He says, raising a hand to mouth to his own mouth and drawing jagged teeth with his index finger. ]