Melissa came inside, although she was hesitant, especially with that dog right there ready to probably use her windpipe as a chew toy. She glanced around the living room; it appeared pretty nice and well-maintained. Better than hers, anyway. She made sure to put plenty of distance between herself and Brutus, and decided to sit cross-legged on the floor. Deciding uncomfortably that the situation could probably not get anymore awkward or tense, she spoke up a little, her voice cracking. 

"So, um...what do you do for a living?"