"Pepper, did you get her out?" Happy demanded, whirling on Jessica with a wild look on his face. He advanced towards her but paused at a strange whining sound from the kitchen. Despite the danger and the time crunch and their imminent deaths, Happy went for the kitchen and got down on his hands on knees to look under a table where Socrates was crouched down, whimpering. He and the dog hadn't always got on but this, of all times, was one to come to an accord and when he called the bulldog's name it climbed out from under the table and into his arms. He was glad he'd found Socks, Pepper would've been inconsolable over the ugly little dog. Happy might've been a little, too.
He returned to Jessica, the dog under one arm, and took her offered hand. This didn't seem especially safe and he didn't know if the slight woman could carry them all, but anything had to be better than the rocking of the tower. Happy was sure it would go down any second now.