The weapons and layers aren't surprising, but the sling is. Maybe it's not a new development, but Rosita wasn't wearing it or the splint when they first met. Drake doesn't bother trying to hide the curiosity in his eyes at what happened to her as he introduces the animal at his side.

"This is Sable," he tells Rosita, lifting his free hand and gesturing in a way that his dog seems to recognize, as she instantly sits down with her tail wagging behind her. "Good girl, say hello."

The teenage-gangly black lab lifts a paw and holds it there waiting to shake, looking up at Rosita with big hopeful brown eyes.