The shift from the Avatar and the man does help to quell some of the still drumming frothing rage that demands his extermination. Some. This is... remarkably difficult to fight down, he's finding, and suddenly realizes so very much why the Bloods had been so feared. Murmur hadn't realized he'd begin responding to threats without thought, this was worse than he'd known.

"No," Came a sincere answer, he's definitely not well and he's truly very sorry about the whole assaulting him. At least Jon's proven durable. For the moment he's going to keep his distance while he keeps fighting this down, whatever Jon is, and the fact he doesn't know is even more alarming, truly does set off every warning sense he has. He's going to ignore the first question for the moment, although given the circumstances he thinks the rules might not apply right now. "I... instinct. I do not know what you are, specifically, but you register unto me a threat so great as to demand immediate eradication." He cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"That said, I do apologize. It is not typical behavior of mine to attempt elimination without first ascertaining the nature or intent of the threat you pose."

Which... might not be that reassuring but he's trying here. There are so many eyes... is this what it's like when humans look at angels he wonders?