"Claire Bennet," She grinned, reaching up to adjust the neck of her shirt in case the angle she was kneeling at made him uncomfortable. He sure seemed like he had something to be awkward about. Her attention was back on Mojo when he licked at her knee and she laughed, straightening up and extending a hand to Sam. "It's nice to meet you." She couldn't tell whether that was mutual or not yet.

"He can hang here if he wants to. My mom breeds -" Showdogs, or showdog? And why would a stranger care in the first place? "She has a Pomeranian. Mr. Muggles." If he laughed at the name, he was a dead man. "Most of my family is still back home." Except for the one she wasn't talking to and the one she was afraid was going to die on her.