Whatever was keeping the demons out of the city isn't foolproof, he'd venture to guess. This is the second one. They're not exactly crawling with them, but there's some way for them to get in.

The thing stands up to full height slowly, on its hind legs rather than all fours as it turns towards the blue man. Yondu doesn't know if it's confusion at a new type of person that makes it pause, or if it's that it didn't expect anyone to be looking directly at it, but it takes a few seconds longer than expected to vault out of the stall to come after him.

There's more whistling from inside the barn, accompanied by some snarling, and that confused stablehand is ready to run in and see what's going on. He makes it just in time to see the dying demon drag itself around the corner and pass, and Yondu can only hope these corpses last long enough for someone to realize what's there.

But he also gets a 'what the fuck' look in the process. Finally! Someone's noticed, and Yondu points to the demon. "I killed that. I'm on your team." Just so he knows. "I know y'all got pitchforks readily available here, don't be aimin' 'em at me."