Instead of finding the threat off-putting, it makes him grin. "Yeah? Might let the next one run over you, then." Not because he dislikes her or wants to see her inconvenienced, which he explains a moment later by adding, "I just really wanna see one of 'em get straightened the fuck out."

Poor witches. What have they ever done to deserve rude dogs? (Everything, lately.)

He crouches down near her and the fire, taking a careful look at her face now that he's able to more easily. After a few seconds of silence, he shrugs and says, "You don't look like a Johanna." He's a weirdo. Sorry, Johanna. "You here with one of the witches?" As a familiar, he means- and he really, really hopes not, because that would just be weird.