[Claire lets out a small sigh, head tilted indecisively for a little while before she shrugs.]

Worth a shot. I've looked after more dangerous.

[That might not be true, but she still goes ahead, a few steps closer, closer still that she can almost touch the dog. It's sort of whimpering, blinking in and out of existence, it seems, but doesn't look like it's about to try and bite her.]

If it's an anomaly and I die, you can sleep in my backpack. I've got a few blankets and stuff, you'll be cozy.