Owen glanced back to see Chase. Relieved that it was someone he could tolerate, Owen nodded, keeping his hand offered low for the dog. "I think it might be Neptune... but I'm not sure." Had Cecilia ever mentioned what kind of dog Neptune had been? Was? "Water might help bring him out... or at least realize we're not a threat."
He carefully pushed open the door a little more, eyes returning to the dog. "I thought they... well, if they didn't..." Fucked up to let her think they killed her dog, but that went without saying. "You good with dogs?" Owen asked Chase, glancing back again.