People show up all the time. Jackson, and Danny. There's nothing weird about a totally minor character breezing in with your dog. Especially given the month she's been having, this is actually quite relaxing.

Reaches out and takes Prada from his arms, directing the conversation to the pup in her hands.

"Prada. You smell like garbage today. Yes, you do. Yes, you do- Where have you been?"

Glances back up to.. actually, never bothered to learn his name. Or did she? Strains her mind to try and remember it before dismissing the notion.

"Thanks." Still sounds a little unsure about this, like having a stalker remains to be something she's weighed in on. "Again."