[There's a dog barking and he definitely sounds like a big dog. At least bigger than Mr.Muggles, which isn't hard to do since he's a Pomeranian. The barking combined with the hand grabbing hold of her makes her initially want to struggle and pull away. But her desire to be out in the open wins out over her instinct to fight, and she lets herself be pulled free. Her legs itch to kick at whoever this is and run, but she knows dogs tend to follow and attack and she's really not looking to recover from dog bites today. That keeps her feet firmly planted, even as her legs feel wobbly and her stomach starts doing flips.
Apprehension is clearly written on her face as she tips her head to look up at him, head shaking to answer his question. No, she's not alright. She feels sick and she's been taken from home, and she's crying in front of a stranger and his dog.
His dog that's...not barking anymore and is now pushing at her hand with his nose. Her hand grips hold of that dog like he's a lifeline, and she tries pulling away from the man so she can stand behind the dog.]
I don't know where we are, and I think -
[Aha. Yeah. Here it comes. Her stomach flips one time too many and she throws up mid sentence. At least she has the decency to turn her head and do it off to the side, instead of on his feet.]
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Apprehension is clearly written on her face as she tips her head to look up at him, head shaking to answer his question. No, she's not alright. She feels sick and she's been taken from home, and she's crying in front of a stranger and his dog.
His dog that's...not barking anymore and is now pushing at her hand with his nose. Her hand grips hold of that dog like he's a lifeline, and she tries pulling away from the man so she can stand behind the dog.]
I don't know where we are, and I think -
[Aha. Yeah. Here it comes. Her stomach flips one time too many and she throws up mid sentence. At least she has the decency to turn her head and do it off to the side, instead of on his feet.]