[voice] -> [action]
Ah, good! Please do, and I'll see you then, Miss Painwheel.
[and indeed, Allen is out and about with a blue merle border collie pup racing avidly over the field after the disc. Allen is, of course, a mass of white hair and bizarre scars, and he's even taken the liberty of shedding his jacket, even though it's cold. he doesn't mind the cold much, but more importantly, down to his sleeveless black undershirt this way, it's easy to see the strange dark exoskeleton of his left arm, extending to claw-tipped fingers]
[and it certainly doesn't stop him from ducking down to ruffle the dog after a good catch, or the dog from leaping excitedly up to meet him]