"Ugh, yeah, again, sorry." She forces herself up off the ground and gives a sheepish, apologetic smile. "I, uh, I'm chasing my dog." She looks down the street, and around a bit, then returns her gaze to Charlie. "Apparently he's faster than I gave him credit for. You didn't see him run past, did you? About yay high--" she brings her hand up a little past her knee "--mostly copper-colored? Probably chasing a squirrel as if he hasn't eaten in weeks? Which, by the way, we do feed him, I swear."