Marco nodded, knowing that feeling well. His memory sucked. "I'm Marco."
He looked down at Lana's feet, more because today didn't feel like an eye contact day than anything else. If he asked for her help, then it would he harder to get rid of her when it came time to do his search, but he really, really didn't want Bearbear running off. And she probably wouldn't follow him to the bathroom, right? "You think you can just watch her in case she runs off?" he asked her, frowning over at his dog. She was usually pretty good when he called her, but he imagined that he would have the luck today where she would run away. "It's cool if you don't want to, but, uh... Snow is weird."