Dorothy looked up at the stranger from where she sat on the ground. He vaguely reminded her of Ojo, at first sight. She quickly dismissed that notion. This man had a kinder face, and was certainly smaller in stature. Dorothy would be nearly face to face with him if she were to sit upright on her knees.
She remained as she was, on the ground, with a lap full of Toto. "I recently came from Oz. I thought he'd been left behind." She looked past the stranger, hoping that Lucas was with Toto, only trailing behind because of his limp. She saw no sign of him, and felt a little crestfallen. But then Toto was nuzzling her chin, and she had to smile.
"This is Toto. And I'm Dorothy," she offered, holding out her hand. It seemed no one here was trying to kill her, so she saw no reason to be secretive.