[Venkman's eyes narrow slightly when Winston goes off on his mental tangent, as brief as it is. He's not gonna say anything, but he gets the gist. After a moment, he lifts Winston's hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles, watching his face and gauging his reaction.

The dispersing crowd from the ship might as well not exist, now. All that matters is them.

... And the donkey Winston's about to unleash on the world. He grimaces.]

Ugh. Yeah, that's fair. Mud's still not as bad as slime, though- and both Egon and Ray have plenty of oozing ones. And I've learned to tolerate some things...

[A beat.]

I don't think I told you what my starter was yet. Or showed him to ya.