Oh. So it was Her. Cathy's smile faltered for only the briefest of instants, heart skipping in mild panic at being put on the spot in such a way. She recovered immediately, shaking her head. "No, of course not. Not at all. Eve, right?"
She was everything she expected her to be, judging solely from what little Lindsey had told her and their conversation over the boards. Polished, cool. Attractive. On top of it all, she had an attitude to boot. That was going to be frustrating. Since she promised Lindsey to treat his ex-girlfriend with respect, she quickly decided that the best--and only--option was to try to disarm her with casual amiability.
Eve's request about the dog made her laugh on reflex. "Reb? No, he doesn't bite. Doesn't even have a mean bone in his body, despite his name." As if on cue, she was shocked to register a quiet, warning growl coming from the puppy. "Besides, he can't. We have all kinds of anti-violence shields here."
As Wolfram and Hart likely already knew. Cathy cleared her throat before addressing the dog sternly. "Reb. Go lay down."
With one last lingering glare at the newcomer, the dog (obviously aware that he was defeated) slinked off.