[She knows that Jack's pride is a thing, but she's not so concerned about it. That she can tell - and she can usually tell - no one else watched what happened but her, and she has witnessed so many mishaps that she has a full blackmail book in her memories. This one, while on the verge of hilarity, was tame, in comparison.

Looking back at the creature, who takes its time moving its head to look back at her, she sighs. She has a tendency to gather strays, doesn't she?]

I think it just wants a shield from the big scary man who started stomping in its direction. This is why I always advise not to charge in by yourself.

[The slowpoke reaches its front paws and rests them on her leg. Hello :D] ... maybe it does like me. [I don't want to be a mother again, Jack.]