Despite her background in computers and her tendency to be inside when everyone else is outside, Felicity much prefers dogs to cats, so it's no hardship for her to pet the dog as the dog in front of her would like. She brings her other hand into it, scritching behind both ears, down the neck, and under the chin, feeling a sudden swell of homesickness that hurts her chest.

Letting go of the puppy, she takes some of the bulk from Wanda, balancing them carefully. At the question, something she knows she's supposed to avoid, she answers anyway, because she's already tired of hiding.

"Yeah, been here a couple of weeks, but. There's another village? It's--" Felicity motions the way she came. "We're over there."