Daphne listened to the girls prattle on about their summer and other things that Hopton wasn't quite interested in at the moment. Having a hard time breathing she continued to fondle her own robes until she her nimble fingers tumbled across her asthma pump. As she pulled it out of her robes' pocket, Daphne nodded at the dog's owner (what had Anna shouted out? TK? Although perhaps she was just calling the mutt...) accepting her apology wordlessly then proceeding to shake the pump before squeezing and inhaling once.

"It's quite alright," lied Daphne to Anna, TK and the rest of the girls who were listening, casting the canine a dubious glance filled with suspicion and disdain. "I just wasn't expecting it..."

As if anyone would expect a sudden vicious attack from a mongrel. "Dogs and I--we're not on good terms."

Sort of like Capulets and the Montagues.