Wolfgang abruptly turns shy again, staring down at the counter with their hair in their face and shuffling a series of papers into piles, though if they're doing so with any sort of industry it's hard to tell and looks more like they're just making neat piles to look occupied with something. They shrug. They mumble something that might be I dunno. Thinking about it makes them feel too weird, strange and isolated, not able to reconcile their image of themself with what they are now, what they know with what they see. There's a long silence that stretches uncomfortably long, and it eventually becomes very clear that they have no idea what to say.