[He stares. and then stares some more. and then eventually just shakes his head like to clear it a little, deciding that okay, no, this isn't by far the strangest thing he has ever seen in his life, so he'll do what he's learned to do here - just roll with it.]
[What he doesn't roll with, however, is her comment] No, I'm pretty sure they were trying to eat me. Or abduct me or turn me into a butterfly. Or something. They were black butterflies, that's like an obvious sign that something's wrong. Or weird. Or evil. Probably evil.