Tidus knocks a rat that'd clambered up his arm just as the one at his neck gets torn off, a hand going to cover the small wound there while he turns at the apparent presence behind him.

And he does catch his eyes, puzzling Tidus initially, more so as they seem to dim when he moves his SCA light with his gaze, though pointed somewhere to the side. But, also--

There's squeaking still, and Tidus builds up a small sphere of water in his free hand, no more than a second needed to have it ready to throw out, a small cry being gurgled away.

He sighs, regards the other guy again. Right, where were they.

"Thanks."