Algidus snorts, more amused by the human's indignant retort than anything else. He doesn't seem terrible concerned by all of the plant life that's dangling from overhead; he isn't trying to skirt around them as he walks, but rather cutting right through... often times literally. If the points of the large, tough spikes that curl up from the back of his bulky trapezius don't cut through on their own, then the alien shifts one of his hands up into a small sharp point to sever them. Meanwhile his green eyes stay locked ahead to make sure the path he is taking is still a viable one.