This is a very welcome interruption. Abby breaks out in a rare grin as the dog appears, offering both her hands to be smelt before she crouches before him to drag her fingers through his black and orange ruff.

"Hey old timer..." He's got that content, old-man look about him, the way he watches her steadily while they both pay him attention like he's only soaking in what's owed him. Cute. His tail does a thump or two when Abby finds the right spot to itch.

"Yeah," she replies eventually, not letting up on Noose for a moment, "He can swim. And he was the one who suggested taking the boat in the first place, so– we'll get through it one day at a time, I guess." Her voice is still warm from addressing the dog, but it's clear that fondness carries over to whomever she's speaking about.