A

[ it's a good thing pepper likes dogs. smaller ones, usually, in fairness, but a dog's a dog, and this one's got no bad intentions, it seems, even when it almost mows her over. she makes a slight noise of surprise, a slightly staccato woah, but aside from that, stays upright and manages to stop the dog from going much further. probably not the time to be thinking it's a good thing i'm not wearing a cream skirt anymore, as she pats him lightly on the head. usually she'd ask for permission to do so, with a stranger's dog, but she thinks she can get a pass this time, what with the good natured almost knocking over and what have you. ]

Hey, now, I don't think you're headed where you're supposed to.

[ she angles a smile up at the man who opened the door, showing that she is unruffled by the interception. she didn't think anyone would have any dogs with them here, but you know. not the strangest thing about this place, yet. ]

Is he yours?