[with the blood gone, not dripped on the ground but instead used to... summon that device, he assumes, the scarred man eases off the initial wariness and reverts to the normal disinterested caution he seems to take around people. one hand on the strap of his bag, the other one left to dangle by his side. naruto's not the only one who notices they're similar in height, which earns a silent sneer and "tch" from the villain. fucking kids growing into their heights too early... whatever. he's taken down large people plenty. still annoying.]

How many ya got from your world here?

[might be an invasive question, but considering the nature of the Trench and all the people who arrived, is it that bad of one? the guy looks pretty trusting, though at the moment, dabi's not ready to label him completely stupid. earlier vocabulary aside. people from the same world usually stick together, so it's nice to know if there's going to be a larger pocket of "alliance" running around he needs to be aware of.]

Ya sensed them? [his interest is piqued once more and dabi glances around the forest, having kept his sense of direction around him enough to know which is the "center" area and which is the way he came, ergo the way back towards civilization. whether that's the true center or just more forest, no clue. but if this kid can sense the creatures around...] That's pretty useful, Uzumaki.

[the way dabi drawls his name is making a jerkish point of not calling him "kid" in purpose. sue him.]

Don't worry about me. But if ya gonna head in further, ya might want some company.

[more or less inviting himself along to be the guy's shadow. he steps forward, leaving the pruned plant bed behind him and approaching naruto more closely. still a little taller than him, maybe by a centimeter or two...]

Ya good with that?