"No. He'd-...He'd like you to. I'm sure." Trauma said, feeling like he was basically faking his way through trying to be nice and failing at it. Really badly.

When the VERY happy dog proceeded to try and be happy at him, Trauma rolled his eyes and stared it down. It did not seem bothered and continued being happy in his direction. Well. At least it hadn't run away in terror from him. That happened sometimes. And then there was Owen who seemed to happily be introducing himself to Newo. Practically apoplectic to meet new people. ...Traitor.

"That's Owen." Trauma said, introducing the dog before himself. And then while she was distracted he rolled his eyes again and pulled out his NV, shooting a text to Claudio that amounted to 'come home' and 'now, but don't panic.'

"I'm...Terry." He said, finally thinking through the fact that she was at a complete disadvantage with him knowing about her already. And then he felt sort of vaguely uncomfortable about that too. This was just a not great situation all around. And was making him horrifically uncomfortable with his, and everyone elses, places in the universe.