When the man stepped into view, she was only happy she hadn't hit him with the doll when she threw it back toward him, unaware of who would appear. She'd seen the dog running around with more than one person, but most commonly around the other white-haired person at the hotel. Ciri, she thought her name was? She hadn't introduced herself to her just yet. She hadn't been very much welcoming to anyone lately. She'd just been really down and needed to kick herself out of the funk. This place was a hotbed for breeding fast friends and ripping them away once you started to get down to the meat of things.
Daphne just needed to learn to live in the moment instead of trying too hard to build.
"It is," she agreed, gesturing vaguely in the direction the dog had run, "And she didn't, which is kind of crazy for a dog that size." If it had been years ago, she probably would've tried to climb a tree to get away from Roach if the girl had come bounding for her out of the brush. Now, she was so used to dogs and droids having free reign of the hotel and its grounds. She was so used to seeing them that her only moment of unease was attempting to get the name right.
She picked up the doll again and didn't have to reach down too much to scritch Roach behind the ears. This time she wound back a little further and threw it harder, hoping to keep the pooch occupied a little longer. "I'm Daphne. I'm not sure if we've 'talked'." There were full on air quotes, mostly in reference to chatting through text. "Everything gets to be kind of a blur with the rotating door policy the hotel has." She held out a hand for him--only for the shake to be interrupted by Roach's wet nose pressing into her palm.