Christine turns from her work to greet Cosima, though her expression quickly becomes puzzled at just what the woman means. Of course it clicks a moment later and her eyes dart towards the dog as she releases the sigh of the long-suffering.

"I would hope I would have better taste than such a troublemaker." Christine, what are you saying? Your taste in men is awful. "Hush, you," she says to Ponce, who seems content to ignore her and keep at it. She gets down on one knee before the dog, setting a hand on his back.

"Stop." Ponce pauses, licks his nose, and settles down, letting out one final growl that sounds like a whine coming from such a little dog.

"How are you? I heard of what happened. Such a terrible thing." But at least they're all back safe now.