It's okay, Toby. Shinjiro can disgrace himself enough for the both of them, as he seems to have absolutely no qualms about dignity in this regard. He's already a ridiculous goat man in a strange world after his death. While some times he might have the mental energy to spend on trying to look cool and respectable, right now is not that time.

"Shinjiro Aragaki." He responds easily enough, at least, and pauses in his resumed scrabbling with those thick claws at her question.

Man. Why hadn't he thought of something that simple.

(He's going to blame the encroaching full moon and whatever stupid bullshit has him turning into.... this.)

"Ah.... yeah, probably." He sits back on his heels, bringing his paws closer to himself to inspect them- flexing and curling. There's not as strong of a grasp as thumbs would afford-- but he could probably still maneuver one. "Good idea. Lemme try that." He just has to get a stick sturdy enough that he can keep a grip on and move enough to knock the watch closer to himself... right?

He stands again and knocks some of the dirt from his knees, shifting his weight as he glances around for... well, anything. A rake laying around, even.

"So Toby, you got any ideas as to what's going on?" Might as well make conversation while he's kicking around at any discarded tree materials from the recent rains.