"Sounds like something an evil scientist would say," Selina counters, pointing a little and maybe smirking a touch.

The dog is back.

"No," she says, holding a hand up flat to stop it from getting too lose to her warm, dry patch. Once it's clear she's not about to be pounds on, though, she does reach a hand out to scritch the animal gently behind its ear.

"What happened to the friend?"