[Since she had that nice night of restless sleep with Frank, she feels like she doesn't need to sleep every other night. She's on her way to the mess hall to get something that slightly resembles coffee and some food for Max. Seeing Miller leaving his room at the same time as her isn't that surprising. He keeps hours similar to her own.
Max's growling earns a gentle hand placed atop his head, and she gives a soft command for him to stand down. Whether or not he'll listen, she's not sure. He's just as protective of her as Frank is, and tends to not do well with men he doesn't know yet. ]
Max, Miller is a friend. He won't hurt us.
[Her eyebrows arch expectantly, almost as if she expects him to explain to the dog that he's not a threat at all. At the same time, her hand slips to gently grab hold of Max's collar. It's more a safety precaution than anything.]
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Max's growling earns a gentle hand placed atop his head, and she gives a soft command for him to stand down. Whether or not he'll listen, she's not sure. He's just as protective of her as Frank is, and tends to not do well with men he doesn't know yet. ]
Max, Miller is a friend. He won't hurt us.
[Her eyebrows arch expectantly, almost as if she expects him to explain to the dog that he's not a threat at all. At the same time, her hand slips to gently grab hold of Max's collar. It's more a safety precaution than anything.]