Oh... [ His reply comes with a furrow of his brows, obviously still not catching onto just how bad the situation is.

(He thinks about Stiles, living a nightmare when the nogitsune had come for him, unable to separate dreams from reality—are they those kinds of nightmares?)

He frowns at the tiny mattress for a lack of anything else to focus on. (He doesn't want to stare at the dog ears again...) ]

I guess that means this place is full of a lot of cranky people? If that's the most dangerous thing here, then I won't complain.