Unfortunately, Childermass can't speak in this form. He couldn't in Portland and he still can't here and now, so after tilting his head the other way, looking at her with the other eye, he'll let the spell go and return to a human form in the blink of an eye and the flicker of a shadow. He's standing outside the dumpster rather than in it, one hand settled on the edge exactly where he'd been perched.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," he says, looking in, eyebrows raised. What is she even doing in there?