The dog loping up to her has her stiffening for a moment, before her mouth curls in a quiet smirk. There had been hounds on Asgard, big beautiful beasts, and she took to a knee for a moment to offer hands and let the dog sniff before giving her a few gentle scratches around the ears.

"Well, aren't you friendly. Where's your person?" she murmurs, not truly expecting any answer at all.

No sooner said, she notices Frank approaching from some distance off, looking her way as though he'd seen a ghost. That's a hard expression to miss, even on a face like that. She blinks, glances over her shoulder, then down to the dog before lifting her eyes once more. Alright, that look was leveled at her after all. What was this guy's story? Color her curious.

"Yeah. Bunker up that way. This your friend?" she replies, nodding towards the animal whose fur she was currently ruffling.