[He's a big boy! He has to stare at her. Just a little bit. Because...there are things coming out of her mouth that baffle him senseless.] Okay, sorry, hi, I don't know everything about you, but like, are you from the 50's? The 1950's? Also the 2050's, that apparently was a bumpy spot in terms of housewife-ery--listen, you just seem really out of place here, and I gotta wonder...uh...why you'd get picked for this super special interdimensional whatever-the-fuck-this-is-apalooza.

You got, like...any special abilities or something? Promise I won't tell if it's a secret.