Blue round eyes going a fraction rounder than usual, Jean carefully sits down on the ottoman like a good boy and tries to collect his thoughts, which have been temporarily derailed by the fact that the nice lady has more hands than strictly necessary.

"Huh." Yup, completely bananas. He closes his eyes for a brief second, reaching for the cup. Comfort drink sounds like a lovely idea right now.

Opening his eyes again and ascertaining that yes, she is still there, he manages in his own soft voice: "Thank you, Miss...?"