Isaac's eyes are drawn to the dog, though he's not sure why he wants to look at it before he looks at the boy. Maybe because animals don't reject you automatically? He's not sure, but he knows he shouldn't be rude and should talk to the boy, too. "Hi," he offers quietly. "I'm Isaac," he says, giggling quietly. "Your dog is trying to eat your shoes," he says, like it's the silliest thing he's seen in ages.