Brier smiles, though the smile is weak. She reaches down to pet the dog.

"We had dogs. My family." she says. "He seems sweet."

"I'm Brier." she says. "I've only been for a few hours."

She scratches behind Bear's ears and glances up at Finch. The curiosity in her eyes does not travel so far as to move her to ask a question. Instead she waits, eyes on the man, for what he chooses to share. She takes in his posture and tailored clothing and begins to formulate an opinion on what sort of person she is dealing with.