Obed blinked, taken aback as much by her speed as the words themselves. The girl before him was a small steamroller, that much was abundantly clear. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hanni," he said, "yes. Do you think it might send a better message if I let him ride in my coat pocket? He likes that sometimes, too, but that's less useful on walks." He leaned back against the pool table, his arms folded loosely across his chest.