[So focused was she on quickly selecting something that she didn't see Damon suddenly enter her personal space, and now she has no idea what to do about it.]
[Then he starts whispering. The content of it strikes her as being rather nonsensical. It's enough to get her to function like a vaguely social creature, instead of a scaly green deer caught in the headlights.]
I- um- what? [She looks around in clear confusion.]