Everyone was looking at me patting the doggy.
The border collie gave a whine and started panting, her tail wagging quite enthusiastically from the belly scratches I was giving to her.
"Does she have a name?" I asked.
"What?" The thief that tried to stop us muttered.
"Does she have a name?" I repeated, looking at him.
"She? Who? Sorry?"
I gestured at the doggo that I was currently patting, "I'm asking for her name."
He blinked at me, clearly not having any idea what I was talking about.
"I… Don't understand. Are you asking what kind of thing this is? It's a dog."
"Do you guys operate on not having names or something? Do you guys have names?"
"Yes?"
"Yeah, so what's her name? Or you never gave her one?"
"Why… Why would we give a name to a dog?"
Damn… Is that the norm here? I don't even know…
