Ensuring that she doesn't topple over and injure herself, Data easily lifts her off of the ground and waits until she gets her bearings before lowering her slowly to her feet, his head tilting to the left as she speaks. His eyebrows scrunch together in a facsimile of curiosity.
"Then you are telepathic," he pieces together with a nod. "It is possible," he holds up a finger, "that your abilities are simply not compatible with my physiology. Betazoids are capable of interpreting information via neutrino particles which pass from one object to another. In my case, neutrinos do not store postronic information in the same manner as neurological information, and thus Betazoids are unable to read my mind as well."
He gets to work unlacing his boots and replacing them with the four-wheeled shoes, wobbling a bit and holding out his hands for balance. It takes very little time at all for him to be able to spin in a circle, and he comes back around to face her, anticipating her response thoughtfully.