"Well, I don't have a pet or anything right now, just a husband," she quips, "but if we ever do something impulsive like adopt a wild animal, I know who to come to, first," she says, straightening on her feet, brushing her hands off on her trousers. "Can I help you with him? Hold things while you tend to him? Her?" she clarifies, not entirely sure how the bloke told the difference in the first place, not that squirrel genitalia is something she concerns herself with, honestly.