[Dodger rolls his eyes, but he just steps back a bit more to give Ivar room. Crusher, meanwhile, has started lowering his head and then the rest of his body, creeping forward but hugging the wall to make a wide berth around the Viking.]

He doesn't like strangers. [Dodger hesitates.] His name's Crusher. He's my dog from home, ah.. Augustine gave him to me. Couple months before I ended up in the ocean.

[It's probably Crusher's birthday soon, now that he thinks of it... but while he's sure he has the date written down somewhere, he's not the type to care much about celebrating birthdays for pets.

Crusher is close enough now to sniff at Ivar's hand from afar, but his body language is tense and unsure, ready to snap and bite if he's startled. His mouth is foaming with nervous drool - his jaw and neck are already soaked, so that's clearly just normal for him.]