[He wonders how badly bruised his arm is going to look tomorrow. He's starting to get feeling back in it, but he's definitely not out of the woods yet. There's little that he can do but helplessly follow her as the uncomfortable feeling of blood returning to his arm arises.

If shooting arrows has led to this, he's convinced to never shoot another love arrow again. Too much hassle.

But Eustace.... that name is definitely familiar. It takes Hans a moment before a certain image of a dog loving individual pops in his mind. While it's more than possible that she's talking about someone else, Hans is willing to wager that she's talking about the same guy that he bumped into not too long ago.]

If I'm thinking about the same Eustace, he is quite fond of dogs. Nearly every message I see from him revolves around them. I believe I saw that plush in the back there, past that shelf. [But more than that, he's learned something a little interesting here.]

Are you friends with him? [He'll try a slight smile, teasing even in a time like this.] Or even closer?