Had she not heard his brilliant utterance of 'Wh-- huh?' just a little earlier? Clearly, eloquence had stopped being a requirement on this date just a few moments ago.

"Well, you know," he started, now that he was starting to regain control of his brain again. "I mean, it's not like you're a zombie, right? And you're not a dude. And, and, uh... And okay, I don't really get what you are, uh, professionally and also on the living to dead scale, but, but you're George. Right? You're George, and your dress is maximum, and I still like you, so... Date's not ruined."

Ramble some more, Jeremy.