Afternoon, Hawke.

[The animal tucked in his jacket takes the opportunity to poke her head out and mewl loudly, and begins wriggling against his chest. He plucks her out to hold her in both hands, showing off her stunted legs that cause the grass to brush her belly when he puts her down by his feet.]

I thought we could both use the fresh air.

[He won't let her roam the halls, but does like to bring her outside.]

Dog might find more of a challenge in her than he would expect.