Circe got distracted by her whiny bitch routine. "Seriously? Dog eats a kid's ear and it is the kids fault? Fottuti idioti need should go get themselves bit and see what they think. Maybe I should give 'em a piece of my opinion," and perhaps draw some Glamour as they get mad at the elfin Lost.
But she then rejoins the group. Once away from the mundies she nods to Reed's assessment, "Well that last guarantees I'll haul in some fuel given how I roll. And given how hobs can be, that kid was lucky. Some briar folk have a soft spot fer kids but many think of 'em as a kinda veal." Circe bites her scone as she rubs her chin, "Ya know? Depending on how stupid these protestors are they might'a run inta Boy and decided they have some," Circe does jazz hands with a mocking tone, "Mother nature blessed destiny," then her expression goes flat, "Ta help the mutts as one speaks ta them or something like that."
Circe had a very negative bias towards people that attracted police for stupid reasons. As for animal control Circe just raised her phone, "We got the address of animal control and if they're protestin' there we can make it a two fer one deal. Tryin' ta find a lost pupper the protestors shouldn't care if we are tryin' ta save one and animal control should be happy ta have less ta deal with."