At the dogs request, Steve slowly flips his hand and starts to scratch the dog on the top of the head, behind his ears. Smiling down at the dog, he speaks just loud enough for him to hear. "You're a good boy, aren't you?!"

"There's an inn?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, he hasn't made it into town yet. With a final pat on the dog's head he starts walking towards her, conscious of what the dog does and it's reaction to him moving closer to her. "Although I think the more pressing point is that we're trapped! What exactly is this place?"

Once he's close enough, he extends his hand. "I'm Steve, Steve McGarrett. Thank you for your hospitality." They may provide him with food at the inn but he's not so ready to deal with that quite yet. He'd much prefer having something here where it's less likely to be a trap or an issue. Later, when he figures out what's going on he'll pay her back, likely in kind.