"No, I-" He cuts off his own protest, but in the lantern light a flush of pink is evident across his cheeks. Definitely not what he meant! But she seems to take it all right, probably meant it as her own joke. Like he always did with Pluto, and like he does with so many others here regularly if he's got more to say than a sentence or two, he sits himself down so that at the very least he's not looming so badly and so she doesn't get a sore neck just trying to look at him.

The awkwardness fades as she keeps talking and so he lets it go with an exhale of the smoke from his cigarette. "Heh. Well, that's good to hear. No, I meant down at the station. I've been thinking it's time to get a bunch of us back down there and sort through what's left. I hope there haven't been spirit still giving you trouble after all that."