[ She'd be lying if she claimed the barking didn't make her twitch, and the talking? Still isn't reassuring. Then again, she's not sure if being carried through shadows or talking to someone who insisted she was both human and should be able to regenerate lost limbs on the spot was much more reassuring. It's difficult to see past her own expectations of the world around her, but hasn't she been required to time and again?

Ellana breathes in, makes herself breath out long and slow. She doesn't do more than meet Teddy's eyes in passing. Sure, Cullen's new furry friend is about the most dog she's been around lately, but there are few canines she feels like inviting into vying for dominance without reason.

... Particularly if they talk. Who knows if any of those logics even apply, but there are enough challenges already on their plate. He's a dog, or a creature in the appearance of a dog. (She's not checking to see if he's truly a he or not at the moment; she'll assume from the voice.) She's no particularly gifted fisher, down one arm, and as out of her element as he is out of his. Really, who came up with this underwater nonsense, and how have none of them accidentally drowned themselves yet? ]

Is that something you should say for yourself, or something you've already heard?

[ She's jesting, for the most part. If it's Teddy sincerely calling himself a good dog, then... well then. ]

Either way, I... suppose it's nice to meet you, Teddy. You can call me Ellana. If you have any grand ideas for chasing the fish the way we want them swimming, I'm all ears.

[ She offers a small, close lipped smile, gesturing toward an ear with her hand. ]