"I've had more practice," Elsie said with a shrug. The physical therapy when she'd gotten her first prosthetic had been hard; no matter how good a prosthetic was, there was nothing that came close to the real thing. She'd done a lot of tripping and re-learning how to balance, but had been determined to succeed. Then, dryly, "I have a vested interest in not showing up to work looking like a domestic violence victim, even if it might get me reputation points with some of the frat boys." Showing off her leg would probably do the same, but if Elsie wasn't working out, she was nearly always in long pants or skirts and, as a result, few she worked with knew she didn't have two whole legs.
She appreciated that his movement towards his dog put a little more distance between them; whether it was a conscious move or not, it helped with a tiny bit of her tension. "Handsome dog," she said with a nod. She'd always been partial to larger breeds versus yappy lapdogs, herself. If she wasn't away from home so much, she'd've considered one of her own. But the long hours she worked wouldn't be fair to an animal dependent on her for its care. "Run this way often?"