She starts rubbing the puppy's ears one-handed, then clicks the safety on the gun and sticks it in the back of her waistband so she can use both hands, one to rub its chin and the other to scratch it's back.

"He's so soft. Is it a he? No offense, little purple dude, it's hard to tell." She glances up at Rikki's face and decides the dog is safer to focus on. "Ellie. I'm fine. Freaked the hell out, but what else is new."