He notices the way she tenses up and wonders if she's afraid of dogs. But then the woman he doesn't recognize seems to calm as she addresses him and he thinks maybe Aurora just surprised her. That's not unusual either. Frank stops again to give the two space to get acquainted.
"She's not lost," he assures in a soft, but even tone. "She's doin' her job." A job Frank isn't qualified for anymore: greeting newbies. His unkempt appearance probably makes the whole dog whisperer gig more believable, he would seem like a man raised by wolves if not for the teal communicator strapped to one wrist and the bright teal Jordans on his feet, to say nothing of the handwoven leather bracelet fastened around his other hand.
"Somethin' happen out there?" he asks, inclining his scruffy head back towards the way she came from. Frank is getting used to recognizing people who have no idea who he is, he's tucking the information away until it becomes relevant, if it ever does.
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"She's not lost," he assures in a soft, but even tone. "She's doin' her job." A job Frank isn't qualified for anymore: greeting newbies. His unkempt appearance probably makes the whole dog whisperer gig more believable, he would seem like a man raised by wolves if not for the teal communicator strapped to one wrist and the bright teal Jordans on his feet, to say nothing of the handwoven leather bracelet fastened around his other hand.
"Somethin' happen out there?" he asks, inclining his scruffy head back towards the way she came from. Frank is getting used to recognizing people who have no idea who he is, he's tucking the information away until it becomes relevant, if it ever does.