Oh, brilliant. Really. Just wonderful. The first person she'd find would be a young man. And not Dimitri. She wasn't exactly modest, but it was light out and she was outdoors and she was, in fact, in her nightgown. That was...beyond awkward. And he was a good looking one, too. Extra embarrassing.
And he was speaking in English. She understood a whole of 'you' in what he said, but the way he was offering Pooka back to her was a good sign. "Sorry," she murmured, struggling to find the word she needed. "Thank you." Another struggle. A rather painful one, with Pooka desperately trying to get back to his new friend. That dog would befriend anyone, wouldn't he?
She should excuse herself, but to go where? So instead she looked at the ground between them, trying to decide her next move. The girl who'd so bravely marched off to St. Petersburg with nothing but the dog in her arms was, for once, completely at a loss. She couldn't even communicate her confusion properly.