Michael kept silent as he listened to Zed explain her story, not bothering with meager details at that point like her name and just what Dog was, though he guessed that the name was a very good indicator of what it was. He kept her gaze without fault, not even giving so much as a nod as she explained her story. When she finished, Michael leaned back on the chair and scratched his head roughly. He didn't have to much disdain for the police, but his opinion on the matter changed when he had heard that they had shot at this girl.<br/><br/>"Well now, that is a fine mess you're knee deep in." Glancing over her shoulder and without providing any warning, Michael stood up and walked to the door that lead to the back. Pushing the door open ever so slightly, Michael spoke again. "Dan, I'm going to pick someone up that's been hurt. It might be a bit before I'm back, so hold down the fort." Michael spoke, before walking back to the Zed.<br/><br/>"Let's us go get this lass then. We can take her to your hospital if that is what you want. I suggest we best hurry though, as I doubt very much that bullet wounds just go away. Anyhow, yah best lead the course." He replied, leaving his suggestion open for alterations, should Zed have any to them.