"Well, I do appreciate honesty but--" She's still trying to humor him, at least until he blinks and Pippa finds herself looking up into impossibly big, brown eyes. Of course his eyes themselves aren't any larger, it's just that the irises...Pippa's not thinking of that, she's falling backwards to land flat on her ass out of total shock.

"Oh, my God!" And there's the yelp and hand flying up to cover her mouth. Her reaction also sets off the dog, Mr. Beaker letting out a series of sharp barks as he jumps around his owner.

Ignoring the dog's barks, Pippa pulls Mr. Beaker to her chest, hugging the little animal protectively (or maybe using him as a shield) as she continues to gape at Rory. She stares eyes wide, her mouth forming a perfect little 'o' and she's trying not to tremble. If she could actually get her mind to focus on anything other than the fact that there is a very not normal man in her apartment, odds are Pippa would be scrambling back and away from him again.

As it is, she's just going to sit there and be stunned. A lot.