Iman reels back slightly, bewildered almost to the point of alarm by that laugh. It seems like he's really fraying, and the fact that his creature is stepping in to speak for him is an even greater indicator that something is off.

"The way you eat is harmful to us," she says, fixing the chameleon with a steely gaze. "You've given me no reason to care what happens to you, but I care about my friends, and you have harmed them, no matter what you say." She steps closer to match his retreat and jabs a finger at his chest. "If someone says you've hurt them you don't get to say you didn't. I don't know how things work where you're from but that's how it works here."