[When they look to him, Niko's wavering between looking at that bizarre song and dance, before looking off to the side. His gun is raised, his eye is lined down the barrel of it.]

No shit. None of that looks like it felt good. [He says bluntly.] But we're not alone out here. We all have to go, and I only have a vehicle made for two.

[He looks off to the side again and fires into the trees. The sound that follows is a faint "tss" if you can hear it over the sound of the gun. But then whatever it is still comes, toodling out into the light. It's legs move fluidly, keeping it from even slightly bobbing when it walks, and it's camouflage is excellent. That horrible tragedy mask of a face is directing an empty socket gaze right at them, too.]