"Puppy guy?" Marco repeated, reacting to that before he even stopped to think about how he didn't know who this woman was. Well, he did, because the house wasn't that big. He had seen her the night before, maybe. Or if not that, probably that same damn day that he had seen everyone else, in the prison station, where he had been crazed and rambling. He couldn't remember asking her name either time, but apparently, she hadn't asked for his, either. Hence puppy guy, he supposed.
It took a moment for him to register her other question, as he looked past her and around the foyer, wondering how rude it would be to slip around her and go check the bathroom for his dope. "Uh, taking her out. Bearbear. That's her name." He glanced down at his puppy, whose tail was wagging at the appearance of this new person, and whacking him in the shins.
He actually did need to take her out, he reminded himself. That wasn't just a cover. But a glance at the foyer windows revealed a problem that he hadn't thought of. "Shit, that's still a lot of fucking snow. Probably should have grabbed, uh, shoes."