That is officially the strangest bark he's heard before, but it makes more sense when the door opens to reveal one of the most interesting dogs he's ever seen, like somebody crossed the family pet with a tiger. Jim can't help but a smile a bit at the sight of the excited creature, hoping that the doglike features go hand in hand with behavior, politely offering a hand for her to sniff. He probably doesn't smell too strongly of kneazle anymore, definitely more like coffee and old books than anything else.

"It's all right," he assures Steve, casting him a curious look. Them, he'd said. Is there a whole pack of these critters around? "What kind of dog is she? I've never seen one like her before."