"Not at all," Annie replied as a reflex, but added in confusion, "I— eh, he just ran in."<br/><br/>She caught the man's grin, which calmed her down. She stared at him for a couple of seconds and then continued, getting hold of herself again, "I'm sorry, my name's Annie. Hello."<br/><br/>The way he behaved discarded most of the preconceptions she had based on the fact that he was drunk. He now seemed the complete opposite of the man he first reminded her of, an old drunk back at home. Black Tony, as she recalled the name, appeared calm and kind. It made her nervous.<br/><br/>"Marvelous dog you have," Annie said and quickly turned to face the animal, "Looks like he wants to play... What's his name?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>