Disguised? Well, that's - understandable, if probably hard to accomplish. He tries to force himself to face her steadily, realizing she must just be another victim of the rift. It's probably not her fault she looks like something out of a horror movie.

"Uh," he says slowly. He's not sure he wants to just get into this with a stranger. Probably best if he acts innocent and dumb, ducks out as fast as possible. "I'm not s-" He breaks off with a sudden violent sneeze, shaking his entire body. "Ugh," he groans into his hands. Is he suddenly developing hayfever or something? "Sorry. I, um, I don't-" He sneezes again, even louder. "Jesus. Uh." He gives it a few seconds, but no more outbursts seem forthcoming, so he carries on: "I have no id-"

He starts sneezing again, and tries to keep talking through it, but he can't. It finally fucking stops when he just gives up, by which time he ends up sitting on the ground, holding his head. What the fuck.

"Okay," he says, highly unamused. "I have no idea what THAT was."

Well, at least he got through that sentence okay.