Rex pads after them until a sharp whistle has him perking his ears up and haring off back towards the docks.

"Bye Rex!"

Arf!

Mischa pushes the door into the building open. The immediate impression is that it's crowded, wires and speakers and dials and knobs, all intricately connected to each other.

Anders looks around, a little in wonder. Everything is still so alien to him. 

Mischa tosses a towel at him. "There. Get dry. Try not to drip on anything. Water and electricity don't mix."

"That's true in my world as well."

That gets him an odd look - maybe Circe hadn't shared that little bit of information?

"Quite."

"Circe didn't tell you how I got here?"

"Circe doesn't share anything she doesn't have to. She said she'd found sharkbait, and that she was coming here for supplies. Nothing more."

"I'm not sure why she'd keep a secret. Though I guess I don't know much about anything around here."

"You mighta noticed she's got trust issues as tall as you are."

"I am very tall."

"She's very distrustful. Got good reason for it I guess, but still." Mischa eyes him. "Trusts you a surprising amount."

"I wouldn't know," Anders says, feeling like he's about to be accused of something.

"I suppose you wouldn't." Now Mischa's look turns hard. "You should know she's unavailable."

"Strange that you think that would be important information for me."

"Don't think I didn't notice you flirting."

"Something of a reflex for me. Circe didn't seem to mind."

"Call it a friendly warning before you get burned." Mischa's tone is blatantly not friendly.

"You saying that from experience?"

Mischa gives a hollow smile. "I-"

"Oi, sharkbait!" Circe's voice calls. "Come make yourself useful."

"You got it, chief!" Anders heads out, sparing Mischa one last questioning look.

"Don't think this is over."