[Ah, there we go. That is definitely a critter of the night-stalking variety, though Beckett - who considers himself well-informed in the ways of the occult - can't quite name the type. Nothing good, anyway; are they ever?

Calmly, without a hint that he is doing anything other than continue the not-quite-polite conversation - don't want to tip the critter off with undue alarm - he says:]

There is some sort of entity behind you that can likely conceal itself from direct observation. It's possible that it's only curious, but I wouldn't bet my - ahem - life on it.

[He's already fiddling with the tablet, trying to figure out of he can play the video from his own end back to Haurchefant. No luck. It figures that he'd have to appeal to trust, just now.]

So, in the spirit of cooperation, I recommend that you try to get away.