"A mutant?" Another word which he didn't understand in the context he was given. He had gotten used to asking for clarification when he was in Hyrule. One hundred years in a deep sleep on top of losing any memories before said deep sleep warranted such a thing.

Unsure if the dog's response was an invitation, Link followed behind, assuming he would be told off if he wasn't wanted. He felt a cloud of unease hit him when he saw the state of the door, and the pictures scattered along the walls only made him feel worse. He had expected the apartment itself to be in disarray and was surprised to see how tidy it was considering the smell. And then they entered the kitchen. Source discovered.

"Maybe we should get rid of this," he said, moving towards the spoiled food on the table. He might not come from a world where 'cross contamination' was a common phrase, but he knew well enough to keep fresh food away from rotting mess. He swatted the insects that gathered around it and picked up the bags. They'd have to go straight out into the trash bins. "You might want to keep what you've got off the table before we get this cleaned up."