Slade grabs the hybrid by its hair, pulling it out and throwing it to the ground. He pauses when it talks. "What the fuck?" He curses, staring down. He was just going to take the thing and get some money for it, slaughter it without thinking about it, but then it talked.

"You can talk, critter?" He frowns, putting his gun against the wall. Pulling his hood down, his eyes seem more piercing, staring through the kid in front of him. Just a kid, the words ring in his head. A much more reasonable part of him, says to kill it. It's not much of a kid.

While he shakes those thoughts out of his head, he asks, "Who taught you?" Before realizing a better question, "You got folks?" Slade takes a glance around, noting the half eaten food, sticks all over the floor and other things. Your folks are obviously long gone, or got snatched by The Sick.

He rolls his eyes and sighs, snatching some duct tape from off the table and wrapping it around a leaky pipe above. "Listen, kid. You're lucky I'm not gutting you. Stay here. If you don't, other, crueler hunters are going to find your ass, okay?"