With the familiar environment, sweeps of being a renegade and always listening for the sounds of approach are in full force. The sound of footsteps, even off-beat, dragging footsteps, are enough to make him turn, and with his night vision he can see the approaching turtle clear as day.

He holds up his hands in the now-familiar gesture he adopts whenever someone he isn't familiar with (or familiar enough with to know they can be very dangerous in the arenas) approaches. No weapons. No supplies. Leave me alone.