Dee Dee laughed. It was a nervous, chattering kind of laugh, the kind one would emit when they were faced with an awkward and dangerous situation.
Dexter stood in front of her, flame from a torch having burned his shirt and lab coat, and the smell of burnt hair drifted in the air. He grinned, the smile reaching his eyes and making his loose goggles fall off his eyes. "Fire is fun," he stated, lighting the flame on the torch and cackling. Dee Dee couldn't suppress a nervous laugh.
"Dex, I'm going to take the torch now."