He let himself be tugged into the cabin, glancing around at it offhand. He hadn't actually been to the one he'd been assigned yet, so this was his first look at them. They were a damn sight better than most of the motels he'd been staying in the past couple of years, which disturbed him. This guy knew what he was doing. Phenomenal cosmic power and a brain. This was not a good combination.
Dawn's reply brought him back to the matter at hand. He watched her closely, trying to read her behavior. He had a feeling she wasn't doing as well as she was pretending. Maybe they could start a club, get some buttons and a secret handshake or something. He followed her when she retreated into the living room, and he dropped onto the couch near her. The close contact was making him a little skittish, but he buried it, knowing she probably needed it. "We will, Dawn." He turned slightly so he could look at her, crossing his legs at the knees, and threw one arm up on the back of the couch. "Either your sister will kick down the dimensional door and bring us all back home, or we'll do it ourselves. We just have to figure out how."
He tried to smile, but it was just as much an alien gesture as the grin earlier, and probably looked a lot more uncertain and wavery than he wanted it to. It also tugged at the scar, pulling at the corner of it that was near his mouth. "It'll be okay, Dawn." He tried to sound comforting, but he wasn't sure if he was successful. It felt wrong somehow, and very strange. But he was going to try, at least.