Hank stops in the middle of finishing up his report, pausing and jerking his gaze up towards Nida.

"My dog? As in Sumo?"

There's a certain feeling people get when they find out people have seen something private, heard a conversation where you bitched about them, found out that your most embarrassing high school pictures are being ridiculed. It makes him prickle up, like he can feel the blood shoving through the capillaries in his hands and the back of his neck. He can feel the extra pound of his heart, as it just occurs to him, only then, that's what his might not be just his anymore.

"Yeah. He's a good dog." He manages, despie obviously being rattled.