Cassandra looks up at the sounds of scuffling feet in the hallway, followed by a murmured voice. After a moment, she places the voice. Obi-Wan. So he had come, after all.

She doesn't greet him when he comes in, just looks past him at the door for a moment, before looking up at his face.

"You have a dog?"

Her tone and expression are neutral. This is not a woman about to beg him to let her pet the puppy and feed it treats.