Dexter is still standing there, hands in his pockets, brows creased with varying levels of intrigue and bemusement. A supposedly blind young girl with horns sniffing away at ropes... Not something you see every day, alternate dimension or not.

Safe to say that once he realizes he's actually come to a stop to observe her, he figures he might as well satisfy his curiosity. Take a chance, Dexter, who knows when you'll have it again. It's a whole new world filled with old and new possibilities.

The tone is casual, spoken out loud to show no ulterior motives, taking his time with a perfectly friendly approach.

"Need any help?"