A half glance back to Mokey when she spoke, then he stared at the dog again. There was something... almost familiar about him, mostly around the eyes, but he couldn't place it. Perhaps it was that that fueled him getting to his feet and carefully, cautiously making his way over. He halted when the dog rolled back over, then continued the rest of the way. Stopping a few paces from him, Gobo held out a hand, hesitated- then the dog moved up and pressed his nose into the palm of his hand. He blinked, then laughed softly and smoothed his hand down the snout, walking closer so he could rub between the ears.

"Hey there... How long have you been here, huh?"