His attempts to extricate himself just seem to make whoever's inside even more distressed - Daniel catches a flash of something green but gets absolutely no time to deduce what that might mean before the voice inside squeaks for him to stop, plainly distressed by the disturbance.

Without any idea what else to do, Daniel simply freezes on the spot, sprawled on one side in the aborted process of propping himself on his elbows into a semi-upright position.

"Sorry," he says again, less frantic now that he isn't actively scrambling, radiating concern over what kind of dismay he may have just inadvertently created. "I didn't see you, I was just walking in." He peers at the huddled mass of blankets, raising one hand apologetically and - are those claws?