[He still doesn't answer, but he does meet her eyes for a split second, then looks back at whatever it is he's seeing, then back at her again. He does this a couple more times.

... This really isn't something he can be sure of just by looking. He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, and then timidly reaches one hand out to... prod at her shoulder.

Nothing happens, but he stills reels back a bit like something freaked him out. At this point he finally decides to try and describe his experience in words. He looks her dead in the eyes, his expression completely serious.]

There are... squirrels inside of you. A nest of squirrels. At least three of them.

... I think I might be hallucinating. [maybe. a little.]