[Dee very pointedly ignores the extended hand, because god knows where that thing's been. She places her hands on her hips instead, and wonders if she can endure that aroma wafting from his weird body.]

Yyyeah. It's not really sewer weather, is it? [She comments dryly.]

[She probably could hang out with the weird, stinky guy though. She's been around Charlie long enough to go nose blind to his smells pretty damn quickly. She might be able to manage with this dude too.]

Guess I could hang out for a bit. But if we start heading toward a single goddamn manhole cover, I'm out.