[Just around a corner, there is a very, very big... dog? It's dog-shaped. But it's made of raw, skinless muscle and plates of jagged bone, armored and massive, so large it has to crouch in the corridor. Jaws filled with bristling bare teeth hang open, and Taylor-

Well, Taylor is pinned against the wall by its shoulder, but she's also scratching it under one door-mat-sized ragged ear.]

Ease up, Angelica, you're squashing me.

“We think she’s a terrier.” Taylor has to put all her body weight into a shove to make a little room, and the giant dog-monster makes a hoarse, rattling wuff about it. Its tail, mostly sharp-tipped bone, wags ominously.

“She’s part of my team. And she’s a very good girl.” Taylor’s happy enough to see her that her eyes are a bit too bright, and she feels the tightness in her throat. “Rachel must be nearby, or she’d just be a dog again.”