Perhaps the first thing Shen noticed when he entered the building was Driscoll, a large bag of food held on one shoulder and a large Shiba under his other arm. The dog was calm, and didn't mind being hefted up and carried about if need be. She was old, after all, and would have been more than happy to have been fed on her favorite spot on the couch. Of course, she needed to move around rather than be lazy. Driscoll blinked sharply when he saw someone new in the house, and bent down to put the old Shiba on her feet. "H---hey!" So this was the guy...

Driscoll moved the bag of food and clung to it as if it were an oversized stuffed animal. The Shiba plopped down on her backside and regarded the new human the other, younger dogs were snuffling about. She had a critical eye, rather human-like, in fact. "Yeah... I was told you'd be comin' around... I mean---someone would, anyway." He paused and adjusted the bag of food. "Shen, right? Here for... for a while. Have you been told what you'd be doing here?"

He was cautious. It wasn't the tattoos or size or the look in the newcomer's gaze, but... well. Driscoll knew he was bad news, because it was community service after all. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have another choice. Driscoll shook his head, keeping his mind in check. So bad of him, judging immediately... that wasn't him!