The... dog? Thing? Dog. She decided on dog. It felt weird to touch. But there was such a sweetness and gentleness to it. Just like the one from earlier. It was strange and different, but it was good and loyal. She couldn't hate it for being different. Even if she didn't understand. She reached out to pet it again, smiling as it wagged it's tail and pressed into her hand. It deserved it for what it had done for her tonight.

"Uh, sure," Esperanza agreed, looking at Jill. Jill wasn't dangerous to her. She knew that. Jill was a hunter. Esperanza didn't know much about them, but she knew they weren't the bad guys, no matter what her parents said. And anyone that made those men afraid was good in her books.

"Just... let me gather my stuff," she told her, getting up off the ground and walking back around the bike to her things on the ground. She gathered the bag and pushed her pens and pencils that had fallen out back inside. She slung it over her shoulder before she turned.

Then something struck her and she frowned.

"I don't think he'll fit on the bike, though..."