Ah, the camaraderie of finding another "just a normal guy that's going through so much supernatural bullshit".

Passing by Leon into the tavern, Dennis hesitates a moment to step inside, with the volume of the voices he can hear in there. There are so many people... Petulantly, he grimaces at the crowd from the doorway, surveying it to see where he might be able to make his way around to avoid touching any of them even by accident.

"Man, if I don't lean into the psychic shit I am unskilled labor at best." Something he clearly knows from experience. "I'll see what I can do though. I'll shovel shit if it gets me outta this place."