[And he just... keeps staring. One hand digs out his cigarettes again on autopilot, and it's not until he taps a new one out that he finally looks away to focus on it instead.]

Don't I know that much.

[Glamours... what a fucking pain. After he lights his new cig, he starts pacing away, looking at the mess of monster crap again.]

We should probably keep moving. Those things didn't seem too smart, but you don't have to be to notice noises like that.