[ It's probably a good thing it's dark out, or the way he nearly takes a startled step back when that ear moves, on top of her head, would be too obvious. Maybe not the worst thing he's seen all night (by a wide margin), but definitely far from normal by his standards. His hand twitches as he nearly reaches for the sleeve of his coat, as if he could tug it down further to somehow cover the fresh growth of scales beneath even more. ]

It's the first familiar thing I've seen all night.

[ ...Well. Second. Third? It's not really important.

He shrugs. ]

I'm no mechanic, but I could take a look at it, if you'd like? If nothing else, I did find a little duct tape in that old garage.

[ This last has the ring of a joke. He probably wouldn't suggest in earnest that she tape that thing to her arm. ]