Sophie skittered to the side of the street at the shooing, still twitching a bit nervously. She didn't seem ready to bolt again though - she had pushed past the initial panic and was now firmly within dazed bewilderment. It was almost as if she'd been hit by the car and had the wits knocked out of her.

Boots firmly planted on the pavement, she turned to her, er, saviour. He was (well she thought it was a 'he') very intimidating to look at, but his gruff demeanour reminded her of Dr. Richard. A bit brusque and in your face, but okay deep down.

Ah...ahah, imagining Dr. Richard with such a mask on did make Sophie's lips twitch a bit in a smile. Okay. Yes. It's - it's silly, not scary. Deep breaths, girl. Mmhmm, like that.

"Um, thank you," she said, mumbling into her fur shawl. Her death grip on her rifle strap slackened. "Mister...you, you are a man, right? I can't- tell..."