The second floor arrives. With the doors rolling back to their merry little ding, Collette tenses, looking straight out.
An older man leaning on someone who might be his son stares back, looking first at Collette, in all her canine glory, then over to Lavi. He coughs, startled; his son looks dumbstruck.
"Are you quite all right?" asks the older gentleman, voice thick with congestion. "This is your furry companion?"
Dogs are a rarity, largely due to their expense and tendency toward mutation over the decades. The nurse didn't appear to be in sight. Collette doesn't expect that to last, so she asks, pitching her voice in something like Lavi's tone, < Going up, sir? >
Since no one would think the dog speaks, and sometimes people are ventriloquists. Totally. Especially not now, as it lowers its muzzle and scratches at it with a forepaw. She wags her tail enthusiastically to continueto portray herself as soft, fuzzy, cuddly, and sweet.
< Sorry, > she shoots Lavi on a private mental line. < We need to keep going! >
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An older man leaning on someone who might be his son stares back, looking first at Collette, in all her canine glory, then over to Lavi. He coughs, startled; his son looks dumbstruck.
"Are you quite all right?" asks the older gentleman, voice thick with congestion. "This is your furry companion?"
Dogs are a rarity, largely due to their expense and tendency toward mutation over the decades. The nurse didn't appear to be in sight. Collette doesn't expect that to last, so she asks, pitching her voice in something like Lavi's tone, < Going up, sir? >
Since no one would think the dog speaks, and sometimes people are ventriloquists. Totally. Especially not now, as it lowers its muzzle and scratches at it with a forepaw. She wags her tail enthusiastically to continueto portray herself as soft, fuzzy, cuddly, and sweet.
< Sorry, > she shoots Lavi on a private mental line. < We need to keep going! >