It works, maybe because she wishes it would work, and she snorts, just once, a single laugh, and then the smile lopsidedly takes to her lips.

"Guide dog. Yeah, you got it. Not too fond of strangers but loyal as anything once he got warmed up on you." The smile did come back then - she couldn't help it, somehow the image of Joel as a dog kind of fit. "Could sick him on anyone and he'd rip their throat out, probably."