"I... guess, unless someone asks for their dog back," she says, grinning as the puppy sniffs his hand and then promptly starts trying to gnaw on his finger. "I can't exactly abandon him in the middle of... whatever's going on out there."

She tilts her head, studying him for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't recognize your..." She gestures to the symbol on his chest by way of explanation. "I'm Nomad."

And absolutely no one recognizes her. She's resigned herself to it, by now.