"Come to New York," she says. "We live off of it at the precinct." Why, she doesn't know. "I'm not even sure if the ship has one - but it's so big it has to, right? Maybe if you ask it nicely you can get some?" She's babbling. It happens. The paw holding her fingers gets rubbed. "Aww, she's flirting for you." The idea's too cute for words. Why can't she find a nice german shepherd willing to point her toward cute guys?