Major ducks and winces at the eardrum-bursting sound of her whistle, silently admiring the fact that she can do The Thing that he's (secretly) tried to do on many, many occasions and has consistently failed at doing. What follows next, though, is straight out of a movie - or a really good TV show, one of those superhero ones that seemed to be getting so popular back home. Despite Major's best efforts - which are usually superior to the average person - he finds that he cannot keep up with the red-headed woman. He feels like a fumbling, tripping, clumsy ass bag of limbs and bones and feet that are too large to do almost anything but get caught on literally everything. And by the time he's caught up with her, she's holding onto the puppy, beaming, having fulfilled Peppy Hare's insistent advice.

It causes Major to slow to a walk as he nears, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, brows lifted.

"That ... that was amazing," he murmurs, awestruck and slowly beginning to grin like an idiot. "Holy shit."