Viktor tenses at that, watching her closely for any indication of… of… he isn’t completely sure what. That she might be inclined to continue, perhaps. That the encounter rattled her, or that she sustained any further injury, or that he should put down his test instruments now and go find the miscreant and deliver some sort of justice–
Not that that would help her. Leaving her alone has never helped her. He can help her by staying here and making sure she’s whole and happy.
“Well, first and foremost, you may have noticed a new…” Viktor frowns, trying to think of the right wording. “Addition to the compound at the door. It’s Katarina’s,” he’s quick to add. “And it’s been somewhat challenging already, ensuring that a still-growing animal can live comfortably with a prosthesis.”
To say nothing of the slobber. Gods above, the slobber.
“…Are you all right?” Viktor asks, because he cannot leave that alone any longer.