There's an answering thud, as someone puts palms down on the table in order to regain her balance. Michelle is swaying on one corner of the table, and looking a touch worse for wear... and with an odd shimmer to her outline that lasts perhaps a blink. There's a VERY nervous expression fixed to her face and stretching her eyes wide; and some sort of shiver working its way into her arms and making the table itself shudder from where she leans against it.

"I..." She has to cough and clear her throat, swaying on her feet the entire time. "I'm sorry; I needed to find something to balance against for a moment, and your table was closest-"

She only gets that far when she gazes up... and stares for second at the strange glow enveloping the stranger. It's only for an instant, but Michelle keeps her eyes fixed on him, in case it happens again.

"...It seems fireworks and I don't mix as well as I'd prefer. Not if they play tricks on the eye and mind in such a way."