"Dog!?" Comes a startled, one word squeak. Followed by a fast rustle of cloth and footsteps as someone tries to sidestep the puppy, and the person following it.

Lyon looks more than a little startled at all this blind siding, but if nothing else it shows that the yank across worlds hasn't messed with her reflexes too badly.

At first she just blinks in confusion at the puppy barreling by, keeping her hands wrapped tight around the egg she's carrying. Then she frees up one hand so she can point between the newcomer and the dog... And then starts trying to run after the black blur.

"D-don't mention it! Is that your dog though? And... does it always run this fast?"