Dirt inside of the house, god that was just like having Bradley over. Dagmar tried to keep the sneer off of her face and instead focused on what Harley had said. It was kinda funny. Kinda. She gave it a smile before letting go. Chance was irritating though. Her obsession with the supernatural despite being nothing but a terribly normal human an annoyance that Dagmar avoided like the plague. She heard enough about the girl from Oz without listening to Harley carry on too. "She was probably going to go say hi to it, right? What an idiot." There was not even a measure of sympathy or curiosity at whether or not she was alright in there. Dagmar didn't care and she wasn't going to pretend she did for someone else's sake. People, thankfully, no longer expected that sort of thing from her.
"Good enough shape to go to lunch or should we be taking mine?" Dagmar's car was, of course, in perfect shape. If anything had happened to it then it would've been fixed in a matter of days. She didn't see a problem with having everything she wanted or needed handed to her either. The thought that it bothered other people never even occurred to her. "We won't be running from demons in mine, promise, but it'd go faster than any of them anyhow." They wouldn't be chasing them after all.