What? Lassie? [Dixon looks confused, then figures an explanation isn't coming, and shrinks back into himself a bit. He hates being the last one in on the joke, which happens relatively often. An of embarrassment and insecurity swells up inside him.]

You have got to be fucking kidding me, [he mutters when Cassie gives her moniker. Wonder Girl. Jesus Christ. And a parting shot about keeping people safe, as if he needed her assistance if he ran into a bear.

He almost wishes he ran into a bear. He has alarmingly little concern for his well-being right now.

He looks back at Robbie, figuring that it would be pointless to continue litigating whose fault the whole altercation was. ]

No black-outs is good. It's good, right? You sleep okay? Because that seems to be a big problem around here.