[Kili looks down at his large feet and wiggles his toes, sighing. He must have looked a sorry state last night, dressed in his uncle's too-large clothes, limping, eating like he's been starving and then being so exhausted he'd fallen asleep on Thorin's shoulder. He's probably right.]

I don't know how to describe it. I just know it...wasn't good. He wouldn't stop staring. [And finally Kili has a way to put it.] Like...like a wolf stalking its prey, or something.