The tank sputtered to science. Allen climbed up, and out of it. He was wearing an American foot solider uniform, The American white star on his helmet. He sets down a case, opening it.<br/>"Sorry about that, My... Plane ... Dosent exactly have anthroic.. Erm... " He didn't want to say dog, As it might offend him, but he recognized the breed he was..." snowsers... " I dig in the box, pulling out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, some bandages, and a small set of scissors. "All right, let's take a look..."<br/>He Guesturs you come over to him, the only weapon on him being a revolver in his belt.