Lacey sniffed at the hand gratefully and then turned back to the room. She stopped momentarily in front of Shannon and received a scratch behind the head and a murmured, "Good girl, good girl..." for the effort. Shannon was immensely grateful she seemed to be taking most of the weirdness in stride. All of the digimon in the city couldn't have been easy for her to maintain composure around.

Shannon shook Roze's hand, firm and equally businesslike. It was part of the job, and he didn't really feel any sort of attachment to the gesture. He did, however, take note of the feel of her hand. Curious. "Shannon Vaughn," he reintroduced with a matching smile. It was hard not to be amused when he was complimented on his looks. One thing that was literally effortless for him and yet seemed to help him through life more than he probably could ever understand. It was pretty cool. "You're a nicknamer. I'm not surprised. Yeah, don't worry, I'll tell Musashi later."