Ollie shrugged off the thank you and gave a half-smile. "It's nothing. I'm glad I could help," he offered. He always felt better when he could help someone, though the man still looked like he needed to breathe or something. He reached into his side pack and pulled out a bottle of water, offering it over to the man with a sincere smile. "Here. Catch your breath then drink this," he offered, keeping a vigilant watch since the other man was leaning back against the car. Ollie himself wasn't immune, and he didn't know if this other man was, so one could never be too careful.
The man's response to his question was unexpectedly morose. Was he upset because he was okay? Ollie scratched his head and arched an eyebrow, not sure exactly what he was supposed to say to someone who seemed so disappointed about being alive after a zombie attack.
But then the man went on to explain that his dog dashed off. Ollie listened, and he nodded his head at the explanation that the dog was more of a child than a pet. "Of course he is. Pets are always like that," he offered an understanding response. "I heard a dog barking from where I was… I can help you look, if you want," he offered. Running the streets looking for a lost pet was probably not the way people wanted him to spend his time, but Ollie was never one to do what people wanted him to do. "The barking sounded closer over there than it does over here," he added, pointing to where he'd been standing.