Okay, there's definitely something in there. Maybe it's a someone? If it is, they're hella tall, and probably not something he'd recognize as human, especially with eyes like that. But his weirdly high-key disaster sense doesn't seem to be tingling, and he's come to rely on that probably more than he should. And anyway, there's that curiosity to contend with, isn't there? He's never been able to resist poking things with sticks, so to speak.

So he slowly lowers his hand away from his belt knife, instead lifting both hands slightly into the air in the universal sign of good intentions, or at least neutral ones. "Hey--it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I was just looking for mushrooms." He knows woodlands like this, even if they aren't his woods; there's always plenty to eat, even if you aren't hunting, which he isn't for the moment.

"Are you okay in there?"