Lia interprets the look from Mouse as a cue to scratch more thoroughly, so she does. Firsthand fur knowledge tells her just how itchy that shit can get, and besides, it's just a dog. A hugely weirdly giant dog, so what else can the look mean, right. Of course right.

Never mind that she and said the 'just' a dog are practically mirrors with how they turn to stare at Harry here. Because just. Seriously. Seriously. Is he high? (A quick sniff says no, far as she can tell.) Maybe he's just bonkers then. Who knows.

Then again, she and Raylan could also qualify for white-coat status given that they're here talking to a Marcone powder guy like this. Which just brings her back around to the why did I even come here, man train of thought.