[The fact that she doesn't seem terribly offended puts him at ease, as if dissipating the remaining awkwardness in the air. Even so, it doesn't dispel his curiosity about what he senses about her; he wants to know -- both his eldritch and Hunter self -- but he leashes his tongue for now. She's been polite to him, and it would be rude for him to not extend the same courtesy.

He's a little surprised at her question, not thinking he had been so obvious about his somewhat dazed state. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. He feels as if his mind and body is readjusting, and there's no way that someone observant wouldn't be able to pick up on that.

He straightens his collar, buying a few seconds' time as he wonders how to explain.]

The wrong sort of impression I'd wish to make, of that you can be certain. [He offers a smile, a strained sort.] I have been through a few... great changes, lately. The most recent was unexpected, and I feel as if I must readjust all over again. It is like waking up from a long slumber, and I'm still trying to rub the proverbial sleep from my eyes.