The list of people, and pets, in his house just keeps going, and Shepard can't help it: yeah, alright, history and need, and shared enemies aside... she likes Finnick, genuinely. He can take a joke, and he can take the initiative, and... he has a dog.

"I'll come by, then. Just need to," Retrieve her meager belongings from where she's stashed them, sober up a little more, and figure out where the hell anything is, "Wrap up a few things first."