He's heard something about crabs and beasts since coming here (the first? food; the other? probably dogs), but walking sharks - yeah, there's something off about this guy.

Yet, he seems harmless. Seems. Going on more like a guy interested in whatever fantasies are in his head than someone about to jump him in some delusion, and so Robby's tone softens, if not entirely believing (or at all).

"You sound like you got turned around somewhere. Sorry," his hands raise, "but I don't know where anything is here. You should look for your family, or someone."