In Thomas's experiences there were far worse things to smell than wet dog (or wet Familiar, as the case may be) and so hadn't thought further than letting Han shake off (once he'd been out of the way himself) before they entered. Water still dotted his own jacket from covering the distance between the Jeep and the shop, but he did not notice it for more than a second before they'd began moving through the aisles.
Hearing a third sneeze from beside him, he shot his Familiar a look and said aloud, "Han, stop sniffing the Mugwort."
'Agrimony, agrimony...ah! Agrimony.'
Neither man nor dog missed the entrance of the woman, but Thomas was never the one to intrude possibly on someone else's time without invitation.