The squeal had come from a woman - one of the others that were trapped here with him. Again, he couldn't help but idly wonder - where was here?
Her squeal was frightened, and she scuttled back as far as she could from him, her hands and feet slipping and stumbling over the bones. A small smirk of amusement came to his lips - she was just afraid of him as he had been of her.
Standing straight again, he deposited the dagger back in his belt, looking to the three forms in the semi-darkness - for indeed, there were three others stirring, now. The sound of the first's shout must have woken them.
"I won't hurt you," he said, holding both of his hands out placatingly, "On my honor, I will not."