Acceptance is peace, Phoenix. Embrace your slobbery fate.

Fortunately for the beleaguered lawyer, salvation is at hand as a shadow falls over them both.

"Yikes. Looks like I'm not the only one who missed ya."

Smirking broadly, Heather leans over, hands on her hips. In person and in broad daylight, the difference are probably even more apparent than on the tiny 'Gear screen. Not much taller, but definitely leaner. Tanner. She's got a well-fitted black leather coat and a green band of cloth tied around the the upper arm of one sleeve. Phoenix might recognize that-- a lot of the people they both knew back then are gone now.

"C'mon, Cooj, give 'em some breathing room."

She shoves the Growlithe bodily off and extends a hand to help him up.