He laughs a little for the amendment, taking both beers along with the opener if they're offered. "Research," he explains, popping the tops and handing hers back, just holding the bottle at first. It's cold outside, but cold glass against his palm is soothing somehow.

"Dean's got that job, I think I told you about it? Except instead of exorcising the spirit, we're trying to help it back into it's own body. Which is, um... not what we do. Usually."