Maybe she had been adopting her friendliest smile—which udber present circumstances, looks more than a little tired around the edges—, but now here is the shaggy mop of a dog launching herself up the porch step and excitably bowling directly into the raptor-shaped woman in the house's open doorway. Look, she can do the friendliest introduction!

Maureen lurches after the dog's collar. Between the heavy rucksack on her shoulder, she's not quite fast enough to actually intercept her (so enjoy that punting of paws applied directly to the body, Agathe), but she does manage to wrestle her back with a squawk of—

"I'm so sorry. She just" —is squirming against Maureen's grip, tongue lolling as her attention swings to the second stranger further inside the house—"likes people."