Cat's laugh seemed to slink through the lobby, and rather than withdraw the extended hand, she reached back down to scritch the Shepherd behind the ears, careful to avoid Charlie's hand, as it seemed the other woman was averse to such contact. Her dog, however, was quite another story.
"And of course, you run the risk of all your things getting wet. At least in here, they may be in the dark, but they are dry."
With that, she straightened up, her chuckle fading to a smile. "So then, Charlie, it's lovely to meet you. Since we all seem to be gathered down here until the management figures something out, you'll hopefully forgive me for asking cliche questions such as, 'Have you lived at Pax long,' 'What is your charming companion's name,' and 'What do you do'."