Basilio was so entranced with this weird dog and his giant bug eyes and his radar dish ears that he hadn't really heard the girl slipping up behind him and his brother--but Fidelio's paying attention, and if his voice isn't raised and sharp then Basilio's not raising sharp. He's continuing to lightly scratch nailed fingers under the poor star-dog's chin, looking back as Del veers right into his usual lane.

"Ease up, Del, she's just bein' kind."

Look, look, Bas also believes in Street Smarts and not going to no secondary location, sister, but what's one little slip of a girl with a tail gonna do to the pair of them?

"We'll make due just fine, lass. No need to worry your head about it."