( There are few things that can cause his gloomy self to so quickly look visibly happy, but dogs? Dogs are one of them. Peter's smile warms as the girl says the dog is hers, and he's leaning forwards a little from where he's sitting on the step, voice softening. There is a dog at this party, this is not a drill. )

Hey there, Lady. You're really pretty.

( He starts to lift his hand to offer it out to her, but freezes at the way the dog's behaving, ears flat and whining. Peter's alarmed, looking up to the girl — but her words make sense. It must be the skeletons upsetting the poor dog. )

You don't like those things, huh, girl...? Me either. ( Peter glances up over his shoulder for a moment, towards the upper level of the home, barely suppressing a shudder. This place definitely gives him the creeps, and if someone's controlling the skeletons...? That's honestly horrifying. He'd much rather forget about those and talk more about dogs, looking back up to the girl. Now he does offer his hand out to Lady, but carefully, using just his fingertips. )

Did she come from your homeworld, or did you get her here?