"I'm sure you're right," Lancelot answers smoothly, "but it's better for both of us if I take precautions just in case. Ah --"
He turns as the waitress sets a pair of disposable gloves by him, tugs them on as he works up Faolan's short sleeve and begins to clean the wounds carefully. They're... significant, he thinks. It must have been a big dog.
"Could you describe it? The dog, if you had to. Rough size, colour, any significant markings or individual ways it might be recognised?"
Pausing he digs out his phone, tries to swipe the screen before realising the gloves won't let him and pulling one off a bit to begin scrolling through.
"We can get someone out looking for it so it doesn't hurt anyone else, but obviously we need an idea of search radius and to make sure we sieze the right dog."
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He turns as the waitress sets a pair of disposable gloves by him, tugs them on as he works up Faolan's short sleeve and begins to clean the wounds carefully. They're... significant, he thinks. It must have been a big dog.
"Could you describe it? The dog, if you had to. Rough size, colour, any significant markings or individual ways it might be recognised?"
Pausing he digs out his phone, tries to swipe the screen before realising the gloves won't let him and pulling one off a bit to begin scrolling through.
"We can get someone out looking for it so it doesn't hurt anyone else, but obviously we need an idea of search radius and to make sure we sieze the right dog."