He's not very good at this. He's painfully aware of it, and inwardly willing the situation to resolve itself as quickly as possible, because in all honesty, the longer he spends trying to interact with other sort of human beings, the more likely it is that he'll say something to mess it up. Like the circumstances aren't already awkward enough already.

But, oh. Right. The raccoons.

"April -- my boss." Might as well be blunt about it. Terry waves his hand a little, as if to say, it's really not a big deal. "Her power is like, controlling raccoons or something. They follow her around. Nest in people's hair and stuff. Whatever."