"Okay." Jinny continued on, but was now looking back occasionally at him, looking more worried than a little girl should. "You don't look good, Mr. Josh." She felt somehow responsible, though she hadn't been the one to hurt him. He'd saved her from some unknown fate, and she totally owed him one. She didn't know how to repay him though, besides making sure they both got out alive.

Midway through the alley, a crash and a clatter caught her attention. She froze on the spot and looked around, waiting for the source of the noise. The gun shook slightly in her hands. There was a shadow growing in the alleyway, and Jinny balked a bit, backing up in a half-scared, half-protective way, to get nearer to Josh.

The noise revealed itself to be a rather large, very bony, and absolutely mean looking dog. Some mix of Pitbull, by the look of it. It growled at the two of them, holding it's space in the alleyway.

Jinny looked nervously to Josh. "What do I do, Mr. Josh? It's a dog... he's probably hungry or something..."