Judging Dean a bit harshly the Doctor had a feeling the only thing Dean was looking to do with the journal was use it when he went to the loo.
"Well, I'd say you're clever. Not many people would think of paying attention to handwriting. Besides, what you're doing is important. There's nothing more important we can do than organize," he looked a bit serious there, a sharp contrast to the sparkly smile that had slipped off his face once she'd declined his offer.
"Get in the way?" He didn't see how that was possible - but he got the snese from Shannon that pushing her certainly wasn't the way to go. The rain, he'd decided, was just an excuse. Then again, adventure wasn't for everyone, was it?
"Suit yourself, I suppose," He thought for a moment that he ought to ask her to keep an eye out for his friends. Though, he didn't want them here. This wasn't a place to want someone to be - a cage, a prison, a rank dirty old place.
"You know how to reach me if you need to," he said, waving the journal a bit before putting it back in his pocket. "If I'm back this way, you mind if I pop in to dry off?"