Reilly giggles like she's just told him a joke, but mostly because he's in on it, knows she's not annoyed with him at all. Apparently this is a very familiar tactic used by the adults around him. There's not a trace of hesitation.

"Yes, right now!" he says excitedly, and fumbles in his coat pocket for a very official-looking small spiral notebook and a pen. He clears his throat, tapping the end of it to his chin contemplatively.

"Are you from earth, or from an alien planet? What year is it there? Are there shifters? If you had to describe how your world is different from ours, how would you explain it?"

He does pause between each question to write down her answers, though, wide-eyed and listening intently in between. Hold for followup questions.