[He's watching her, too, and sure enough, it looks like he's guessed right on this one. He keeps his face schooled, polite, like he's just waiting for an answer on an unimportant question. He's a professional, especially at pretending he doesn't see anything crawling around on his body. Twenty years of experience with that particular lie.

Still, he doesn't call her on her reaction, not when she's pulled it back; he turns his palm back towards himself and wiggles his five fingers, as if testing that they're all there. The lizard isn't bothered by all the movement. It sits there as still and flat as a tattoo as he smiles down at it.] Well, that's a relief. At least we're not seeing things on top of everything else.

[...no, that's probably too mean. It's self-directed sarcasm, but that doesn't mean she'll know that, and they've got enough problems already. He drops his hand, surveys around them once more, and asks]

Has this happened to you before? Finding yourself in strange places.

[He doesn't know much about youkai outside of Japan, but surely they're out there, just as surely as there are other people who can see them, who are accidentally drawn into strange circumstances whether they want to or not. He looks back at her with a smile, and-- look, he's famous for his smile, it's as understanding as he can make it, but that's not necessarily helped by his admittedly foreboding behavior leading up to it.]

Besides the places you'd end up with an all-girl street racing gang.