Bold of him to assume that she can remember the order she asked her questions in. Yes, no, scientific stuff... (what does that even mean.) Still, it gets sorted out in a few more seconds of visual counting back and matching.

"So this isn't your true form," she decides, looking him up and down. So he can turn into one living thing other than himself, but not anyone or anything else?

Maybe it's the form of his lost love. That's normally how these things go. At the risk of hitting some kind of emotional landmine, she switches topics. "What about if it's described to you?"