She tries to keep herself from leaping at the dog and burying her face on what looks like really soft fur. She bursts into a smile and keeps her hands suspended until she knows that it's okay to pet her. Alice glances back up to Lancelot, as if to ask if it's alright to pet her.

"What pretty white fur you have!" Only Alice could think a dog was pretty. Alice offers up one shaky hand from her medication out to the dog before she offers one, tentative pat atop of her head.

"And you're so soft, too!" It takes a lot of restraint not to outright try to pick her up -- which Alice knows she can't -- and cuddle her in her lap. She lets out a soft laugh, "Poor dear... is she always so scared?"