Shrieky brings his hand up to cradle his jaw contemplatively. That does look a little strange, but it's hard for him to imagine it not just being this person's distinctively un-frightening hands. "Was there someone... I don't know, controlling it in some way? Or was it just roaming the streets?"

Shrieky acknowledges Wolfgang's wellness with a little quirk of his mouth, but doesn't press further, it's probably not good to try and push people into talking about recent accidents, even if you are curious.