He nods. A manticore appearing at will? He hopes that was just a nightmare.

"Smiley?" He looks up at the ceiling as he tries to think. "Not that I saw. I wasn't that great at watchin' the network, though." He admits it a little sheepishly.

"You think he was behind this?" Is it even a "he"? As he brushes more and more often with the abnormal, he's grown more open to the idea that something not human could be behind this. Not that he's comfortable with the thought.