Kira's stance relaxes into something more assessing than ready to flee, once he hears an amicable enough, entirely human voice. Newt hasn't chucked a rock at him and hidden behind his tree, so he shrugs off the idea of some offense in his approach, and stoops to gather the box. The paper can join the collection from December, the box can--amuse the dog for an afternoon, who fucking knows.

"They've been more a reason to be startled," he points out. "A whole swarm chased me out a cave, north of here." Maybe it wasn't best to give directions to someone keen enough to wander out to the edge of the canyon after patterns of insects, but the whole point of being out here was the behavior of the village being no skin off his nose. "I met someone who thinks they're tiny robots built to herd us around, though I haven't seen them until recently."