"Alright," Heather replied with another small nod. "I'll see what I can do to get myself a room there for a little while."
Cricket was usually bouncing with joy whenever someone visited her owner, but ever since Sam, the not so nice version at least, had shown up, the dog had become slightly spooked. She was attached to the real Sam, after all. However, when Heather called her name and clicked her tongue, the small Sheltie came out from the bedroom, wagging her fluffy tail and eyeing Faith just a little suspiciously.
"It's okay, c'mere," Heather said, and the dog approached the couch without even barking like she usually did. "She's good with anyone. I would take her around the playground for walks and they came right up to her and she didn't do anything."