Oh. A giant dude with claws. Why not. Will doesn't straighten from his half-crouch, unsure if this is sudden assistance or just sudden – well, murder. He should probably start running if that's the case, but he's not getting any indication that clawman wants to kill him yet, so he's... just standing here and listening to the blood rush in his ears, breathing in the scent of blood and the taste. He takes a beat to touch the torn tissue of his inner cheek with his tongue. Must have cut it on his teeth earlier.

“Uh, hi,” he says after a moment, eyes flicking uneasily over the slow downward drip of blood over metal. The body doesn't bother him so much as not knowing if he's going to have to fight someone who's clearly way above his pay grade.