The Door scratches his armored glove on his helmet. It doesn't look much like a natural gesture, more like something practiced. He has a hard time understanding the fast and high pitched voice of the halfling.
"Yes, safety." he said after a while of thought. "I would rather walk into this house with the others, than strolling alone through a forest where snakes and spiders the size of carriages try to eat you alive. Maybe we can find some food for the soldiers on the street. Maybe it was the spiderladys home, and she is now dead anyways."
Then he lowers his voice, or at least he tries. "You didn't answer my question, how did you know I am no human? What am I doing wrong?"