He gives Lyall a perplexed look, leaning a bit closer too, but he can't think of any reason why the other man is acting so strange. "They... really don't smell like anything to me." He tries to gently get a grasp of its proportions through all the hair. "It... doesn't seem to be an insect. I can feel limbs, but they're not at all... I've got no idea what it is." But he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows. His mind is insisting that while he doesn't know what exactly it is, he knows what kind of a thing he's encountered.

"I- You remember how I said I learned to make fondants without actually learning? I've suddenly got all of these memories of- of creatures from other worlds, and creatures that can travel between worlds." He gives Lyall a helpless look. "I know it sounds crazy, but it all turned up when I touched it."