Nisha's parents had always been too strict and too busy for a slobbering, dirty, energetic being that wasn't their own blood. It hadn't bothered her much growing up, as she could always play with her friends' pets, but sometimes she thought the bond between owner and pet might be something great. It must be good having someone, even not human, greet you happily when you walk in the door whether you've been a good person or a shitty waste of space. Of course this was all supposition since Nisha still didn't know what it was like - and probably never would.
The dog's own self awareness earned her an eyebrow raise from Nisha. "Someone knows how to play a crowd!" Nisha looked up at the security guard, unsure whether to call the dog over to pet him (or her) or not. Sometimes owners didn't like that kind of thing and the guy seemed clearly hesitant to let the dog walk free. "Oh it's a she. What's her name?" She waved at the dog with a grin, sitting up in the stretcher and adjusting her bikini top. The dog still seemed like she wanted something puzzled her. "What does she want?"