"Mm-hm. They don't resemble anything I know of in my world, either."

The "I know of" is important. For all he knows, some dungeon lord somewhere had a labyrinth absolutely packed with legged brains.

His gaze shifts to Fray, flat as ever. "I wasn't, until recently. Poor visibility will do that."

He's gathered the man(?) has some kind of problem with him, but he still isn't sure what it is... or whether Fray just has a problem with everyone, by default. That seems possible.

At least, no matter the case, Mithrun himself isn't too bothered. "If it's of such concern, I can work with you two until we find someone."

Or he loses track of them, too. One of those.