Steve's eyebrow inches up, but he doesn't look otherwise phased by the language. The slang is familiar only because of movies he's recently watched, but it's his first time hearing homie in person, so it's more than than the swearing that gets his eyebrow to go up.

"It could be edible," he gives a little shrug, "but I'll leave that for you to figure out," he has no intention of personally finding out. He looks at the creature on the ground.

"Could be using sonar, though the fog effects how sound travels." He gives a small pause of thought, a couple ideas to popping up in his head based on animals he's read about or devices he's used. "Maybe they can sense heat, in this fog we'd stick out like sour thumbs."