"No it's not my fucking dog," Jason growled under his breath at Marek - after all who knew what the woman behind him could see or hear - then sent an somewhat apologetic look at Charlie for the language.
By the time he made it to Nia, who was still clutching the dog's fur, he appeared calm again and dropped to sit on his heels.
"Can I have the dog back, sweetheart?" he asked gently. "This lady here is missing her."