[ The TV keeps its slow crawl through sports, heading into niche music stations (none of which are ever playing music, as usual); Ruka shifts a little, placing a supporting hand on the dog in her lap so he doesn't go falling off when she takes one of the mugs of tea. Leans back, gives each a little ear scratch, and wraps both hands around the ceramic to let the heat warm her fingers. ]

Yeah. Most animals do. Most anything or anyone that isn't human does, really. [ It's a little wry, and a little sad — then again, how could her expression be anything but, so fresh from crying? — but she shrugs her shoulder, a smile at the corner of her mouth. ] There's exceptions, of course. But for the most part. I've never been much of a... people-person. It's not as easy.

[ It's... probably not as nice, safe, and comfortable as Jaime would have liked, but at least she didn't start thinking about all the pets she lost when the other world got destroyed and bawling again. This is fine. ]