I shrugged after a moment (very long, might I add) of staring into space. A sudden jolt went through me, and I shook my head like a dog. "Oh. Oh, sorry, I have these space-out things sometimes." I gestured with my hands for extra effect. "Yeah, sure, I can help. The Stoll brothers are, well, I don't know, and they were supposed to meet me outside, but, well. Sorry! Yes. I can help." And with that, I clamped my hand over my mouth and picked up some trap material and started decorating, insuring that I wouldn't talk again.