DP ducked his head shyly, then shook it, silently. He tugged on a black ear, then looked at her again. Softly enough to almost hide the burr in his voice, and inadvertantly accenting the drawl instead, he answered, "...came in with a supply run, I guess." He shrugged a shoulder, one corner of his mouth turning up in a shy smile. "I was headed back to Scotland, but they didn't really want to take 'no' for an answer."
He wobbled suddenly as the dog shifted and leaned harder into the scruff scratchings, then adjusted, dropping one knee to the ground to brace against the weight, patting the dog heavily on the thickly barreled ribcage. "...'sides. Snap wasn't getting enough attention, or so he told me." He shrugged.