Squawky man shoots him a positively venomous glance. It's also positively painful, given his current state half-starved and covered in thorns. He jerks one of his hands free from the plants, and it comes away with a foot-long stretch of vine attached. He gets rid of it by tossing it in dino boy's face.

As he rises to his feet his features grow distinctly more avian. The other guy's questions go unanswered, unless you count "vaguely distressed beak grinding noises" as an answer.