G wrapped his arms around her and lifted a moment before putting her down and waiting until she let him take in oxygen. He had to smirk a little because he didn't need to answer her first question. As it had when he first came back after being shot, the hug said it all.
"Hey!" G rubbed his arm, pretending a greater hurt than the, well, zero hurt that light tap had produced. "Get in here before you start making accusations. And the cheerleader's name is Savannah." Although Kensi was doing a good job of sounding like her at the moment, rushing through her words. "But, yes, Sam, Deeks, Savannah, two dogs...don't ask me how it happened. I'm blaming Sam."
Taking a moment to whistle for the others, a la Eric's call to the ops room at home, hoping Deeks would explain to Savannah why they all jumped for a whistle, G showed her in and waved her into a seat. "You can wait until the rest get in here to explain how we're responsible for getting you reassigned to San Diego, as if you aren't loving being that close to Pendleton."