Eddie's eyebrows raise at the jogging. No, really. Richie is jogging. Is hell frozen? Granted, they're on an alien planet so who the fuck knows.

"Everyone is what?" He shakes his head, "Okay, cool. It's not going to do anything weird, is it? Also I still need to wash this shit off my... uh... everything." He gestures to himself. "Any idea where I can do that?"