"What are you doin'?" she asked defensively as Will leaned forward, scooting to the far side of her chair. It wasn't until he dropped the puppy in the gap between her leg and the chair's arm that she realized what he was doing, and her expression flashed to mild fear. She stayed perfectly still, staring at the puppy, before looking to Will with wide-eyed disbelief. When the puppy sat still, however, she very carefully reached down to rest her gloved hand on his head. Moving slowly and carefully, she began to pet him, fingers running from his head to his tail. She smiled, small at first, and then more brightly as she continued.
While still petting the puppy, she glanced to Will. "It wasn't your fault," she said. "He's gonna do what he's gonna do, no matter what. At least he didn't fire us." It was a small consolation. "I'm just gettin' tired of listenin' to him makin' an ass of himself over this." She sighed, scratching behind the puppy's ear. "But it's okay. Just frustratin' to hear, when you're tryin' to actually talk to the guy about work things and you get "oh Will's not here? Why don'tcha just look in your bed?"" She did her best impression of Orin, though admittedly it needed a bit of work. Still, it got a small chuckle out of her as she ruffled the fur atop Runt's head.