As Scott cooked, he became aware that Rachel had approached him and was talking to him. Of course he couldn't understand her, but he could hazard a guess. Trying not to make it obvious that he was using his nose to gauge how she was feeling to better grasp the situation, he sniffed the air.<br/><br/>~Well she's not afraid right now... more like curiosity. and judging that look at the food she is wanting to know what I'm cooking for her~<br/><br/>Scott picked up the cookbook and showed her the picture of the chicken in all it's Cordon Bleu-y deliciousness, then he put it back on the stove and resumed cooking the entree. He smiled at the eagerness she seemed to show from that simple action. Ten minutes later, he heard a knock on the door.<br/><br/>"It's unlocked!" he shouted to the door as Mark walked in. As it turned out, Mark was a Doberman Pinscher and was half a head shorter than Scott, which was half a foot by human standards. "So where is the little lady?" he asked as Scott kept cooking. Mark walked over to the girl and was about to pet her when Scott noticed and said, "She doesn't like anyone doing that. She sort of tried to bite me when I did that to her."<br/><br/>Mark's brow furrowed. after a few moments, an idea formed and he asked, "Have you tried shaking her hands?"<br/><br/>Scott paused. "What?"<br/><br/>Mark smiled and offered his hand to the girl. "She does have opposable thumbs. Trust me. When I was a pup my parents bought me a small human boy. He was scared too until we treated him like he wasn't just an animal. wherever these 'humans' come from, they don't think of themselves as inferior." Mark smiled as he awaited the girl's reaction.