He doesn't understand what's going on for a moment, with her just staring so intently and then pulling out her phone and typing. He stays quiet, even though he's confused, and makes sure to keep Beau on the leash, right against his leg; at least the run seems to have calmed him down a little bit.

He has to lean in close to read the small text on the phone. He'd been running, he didn't have his glasses, and screens were even harder than paper.

"Oh," he says, and then sort of fumbles. He's never met someone who was deaf before, and he's not really sure what he's supposed to do. Write, he supposes. He fishes his phone out of his jacket and types out a quick message; his font is set bigger than the girl's is, to see better.

Apologizing for dog. Getting used to him. Had him off leash to run.