[The dog really seems to like Hermann and Newt grins, watching for a moment, waiting his turn to let the dog sniff his hand and acquaint itself enough with him to allow for pettings. Once he's passed inspection, he kneels down beside the dog, petting behind his ears, around the vest, eagerly, letting himself be licked or tackled by the relatively small dog.]

Aww, Hermann's says no dog drool on his side of the park! Dude, come on. It's not like he's a Kaiju. Are you? You a big scary winged Kaiju? [Newt laughs and picks up the ball, preparing to toss it when he spots the owner approaching them. Thinking better of playing fetch without permission, he plays keepaway instead, earning himself a few more excited attempted dog-kisses.]