[He's a little more accommodating than some might be under these circumstances, but that doesn't mean his paranoia hasn't gone anywhere. Dipper staggers slightly when Jack suddenly takes hold of his hand, his Deerling cautiously peeking around his side.]

I...I'm getting there, yeah. ...Listen, uh....have you seen a little girl anywhere? She's...well, okay, she's a little taller than I am, but she's got brown hair and braces....probably a pink sweater and a pig with her.