Okay, so it was a ghost cat. Stranger things have happened - most of them in the last half hour or so.

"Denial will get me nowhere," he remarked, shrugging. "Nor will panicking. I've made it a practice of mine to take whatever comes my way in stride, and it's served me well thus far." And perhaps when they began to go into detail, she would come to understand that nothing was all that normal where he came from - himself included. He'd decided as they had walked down the street, bound for her home, that whatever this girl required of him, he would give. If she was his ticket home, all the better to be cooperative and helpful to the best of his abilities. If she had other motivations - which he somehow doubted - then she likely knew enough about him that telling her would make little difference. It's not as though she could just kill him, after all.

"Only but the barest of details." A pause as he watched her rummage about the kitchen, then, "Do you need a hand?"