Isaac hesitates a moment before answering. "I'm not here because I have a choice. I've been living here on the streets for as long as I can remember. As for the dangerous things..." He looks down an alleyway and sees a dark shape moving around in the shadows. The figure turns it's head and, seeing Isaac, runs farther into the shadows. "I guess you could say that I have some pull around here." Although, it isn't necessarily my doing, he adds silently.
Damn right, Vincent remarks. Compared to me, you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag riddled with holes.
Ignoring him, Isaac Looks down at the dog and says, "I've been meaning to ask; what's his name?"