There was a dog in Percy's line of view, and so in keeping with form of this place he naturally assumed it was she that was speaking and not the tiny person near his stylish and delicate shoes. He carefully pried off his gloves and pocketed them, then wondered how this dog was speaking without moving its mouth. "Sink me, how odd," he marveled silently. "Hello there."

It was then he was drawn to where the sound had actually been coming from, that is not the dog but the small woman near him. He recoiled sharply and then chided himself for not remembering his manners, crouching down beside her with a confused tilt upwards of his hat. "Dear me, I thought you were the dog."