It only takes a moment for Shirley to follow the catgirl's lead, crossing her legs (with the sword laid neatly on top) and watching her intently. "Is that just an alien- sorry, a troll thing? Like, are most trolls pretty athletic, or is that just you?"

A moment after the questions tumble out, something finally occurs to Shirley. "Sorry, sorry! I keep asking all these questions, but I haven't given you a chance to ask anything back... If you've got any questions about humans, don't feel weird about asking, okay?"

It's not much, but it's a start. And besides, she needs a distraction right about now.