It was spoken with a shade of incredulous disbelief; all rapid blinks and contorted facial expression, before Shimmer cut herself off before saying too much, then started quickly hinging her mouth from open to closed, trying to figure out a way to keep her illusionary house of cards strapped loosely together before it collapsed entirely.
"Tha-that's just... Too many rations of rum for you, Mister! You're suffering from, like... Mass hysterical illusions and swamp gas from the planet Venus! It was a... A flock of geese or something... Yeah. Th-they flew in here and obscured your vision. Pffft! Fairies...! As if!"
Shimmer's hands were wildly gesticulating as she gave the impulsive character assassination of a run-down of possibilities for what he thought he might have seen. And what, admittedly, he actually had seen, but...