Max couldn't help being a little amused at how her nose wrinkled in distaste, but he understood it. He kept the smile, knowing she wasn't looking for sympathy, but he understood the sentiment. He'd worked at a pizza place in Dorchester during uni, a real greasy spot.
“Yeah, I can guess why you're happy to leave it behind,” Max remarked, still amused, but ready to commiserate. “I had a stint working at a pizza joint once, it was like-” he stopped abruptly, turning his head as the door slid open and admitted the... three-headed dog? He flicked a look at Mina, checking her reaction, before he looked back at the new arrival.
Most would recognise what kind of myth that kind of dog came from, and Max was no exception. While what'd happened on the subway months before was usually always on his mind when he was riding the subway, it came to the front of his mind now. Was it... related? Waters that made people all loopy, Cerberus... although this Cerberus was cuter than he expected. For a werewolf, it wasn't hard to figure out what the dog was doing, sniffing around, tracking something.
“Good doggie. Looking for something, huh?” Max murmured under his breath, glancing down the other end of the subway car and almost expecting... something.
Cerberus Luck 3/4