He freezes at the sound of her voice. He knows who it is without ever turning around. He continues gulping his beer on instinct alone, knowing that some liquid courage won't hurt. Once the beer is empty, he turns, quirking an eyebrow up and affecting a cocky sort of look.

At least he's got boxer-briefs on.

"The kind that don't come from Slice of Dillon?"

Because he didn't know that was possible, Julie.