[ The Growlithe, noticing he's being looked at, looks right back, although he's far less wary and more like... wagging his tail and lolling his tongue out at her, as dogs do. That said, no, the dog remains seated by Childermass's feet. ]

Hopefully useful. He was missing up until very recently. [ So here's hoping he doesn't go missing again. Although with introductions, he'll offer her a slight nod of his head and answer in return, ] John Childermass. I'm sure we'll be seeing you around the carnival, Miss Mordio.

[ Yes, we. He's including the damn dog because he is most definitely planning on keeping it. ]