Dean tipped his hat when Claire introduced him. It was hard not to be tense, he could almost feel the ghosts around them. Oddly enough Ellen, and Jo weren't attacking. It was almost as if they were watching over the pair. Which was one of the oddest things he'd ever experienced.
But he did his best not to let on that he knew they were there. That he knew more circled like they were injured deer. And he was minimally armed. He let Claire do the talking. He didn't doubt she had more tact than he did.