Her master was talking into that box he carried around with him and though she was trained to stand politely at his side and not make a fuss, Faith didn't think she'd be a bad dog for sniffing curiously at the backs of the shoes of the man in front of them.
After a moment she lifted her head and sniffed delicately at the hand hanging by his side; cold, wet nose brushing against his fingers as she stored his smell away for future reference.