The pieces are starting to fit together in a way that he doesn't like.

He'd shot the Loompa called Hat while under attack - which, frankly, he can't regret - and somehow, it broke whatever kind of hold the Slender Man had. Evidently Hat had then tried to fight back against Slendy, and ended up in some sort of coma, unconscious ever since.

And now here the others are, asking him for help. His help.

"I'm not a doctor," he says, baldly. "Or a scientist."

He can't really help the way his voice hardens with loathing on the last word, but he doesn't let it stop him.

"There might be one trustworthy one here, though - maybe she could do something. To help."

Curtis trusts Dejah, anyway, and from what he himself has seen and heard, she seems to ... care.

"What do you want from me? Some kind of extraction operation? Guard duty?"