"No way," Deacon replies, "You? With your sunny disposition? I call bullshit."

It's not like he can really blame the guy. Deacon is as paranoid as they get, and generally speaking spends most of his time alone. He doesn't dislike people, he just doesn't trust many of them.

The view out of the window makes his stomach lurch, and he suddenly feels a lot sweatier than he had moments ago. He hesitates, watching the other man move toward it, and swallows thickly.

"Oh boy..." he breathes, "I'm gonna need a change of clothes after this."