[He looks at the pom, and then shifts his gaze to the rubble pile: it's sharp and dramatic. But, as nothing immediately bursts out to kill them it goes from 'oh shit a random encounter?' to 'no, we're good, we might have a fight but it's not immediate.' He's still cautious but not so much as before.

P gets a gesture that's the universal one known as 'hold back' as he approaches the rubble. It is likely going to be food, maybe a corpse, and the remains of a bomb.]

She would fit right in with the rest of us. I'd be concerned about a less... [Durable?] ...persistent canine and how she'd fare with our carriers, but something tells me she would be fine.