Move Axel does, until he thinks he's safely out of spitting range. Emphasis on the 'thinks'. He's no expert on llamas, let alone crocheted llamas and their spitting range. Then again, who is?

"Yeah," Axel agrees. "Caught a break there. It'd be pretty weird if it was aggressive."

He says this as though the idea of fabric farm animals isn't terribly odd in the first place.

"Well," he begins, turning towards the man at last. "Thanks for the warn—...."

That would be a puzzled pause, as it registers that the man is ... almost entirely hidden. Behind a fabric tree.

As though fabric would protect him from anything.

"Uh."

He has no idea how to address this. The Organization is usually doing the hiding — for stealth, that is — not the other way around.

"You alright there?"