"Does he like food? Have a weakness for something in particular?" Peggy asks, wondering if they should have brought something out with them in order to lure the dog back to them. She finds that she has to squint through the hail in order to see through it, trying to find some sort of way through. "Arado!" she calls out sharply, whistling to try and get him to come.

"Maybe he sought shelter?" she calls to Riza, wondering how far a dog might get before the pain of the hail grew too overwhelming.