[Ah, cats, the pesky tripping hazards known throughout many universes. Shanks recovers ungracefully, luckily without colliding into the young man and his furball. He shakes his head a few times, although he can't seem to get rid of the questionnaire hovering somewhere intangible in front of his face.]

It's alright! [He's sure she's cute enough to be forgiven even though he can only see a white cloud in his peripheral vision.]

I can't-- it's these questions. [He tries to grab at the words, grasping into the air.] How do I-- do you see them? Maybe I'm seeing and hearing things...

[Safe to assume he's unaware of much of anything.]