[He truly, truly has no idea what her scale of 'normal' is; here he is, smiling sympathetically and nodding along, and assuming that she's referring to something like seeing a ghost on the way home from work.]

Well, at least the doors are something to start with. Something in common. [The lizard makes a slithering sound when it moves, apparently; something so quiet that it could almost disappear into the noise of the scenery around them if it wasn't paired with the eyecatching motion of the black shape scurrying back up his sleeve and poking out a few seconds later above his collar.] Don't worry. We'll find a way out of this.