Nisha let out a soft whine as he drew back, tilting his head this way and that curiously at the hand, though the chattering draws his attention again. Almost instantly, he ducks his head low and lets out a low growl.

Thankfully, it's just as a harried man comes up, looking a little peeved with his black hair all askew, face set in a frown and pursed lips, his hands gripping onto the armrests of his wheelchair. "Nisha, what are you doing?"

Ah, caught. The dog starts and then returns to his owner's side, for Belias to press a hand on his head and try to find the leash in the grass as he speaks to Genji. "My most sincere apologies for his bothering you. He doesn't usually run off like that...! If I may do anything -"

His own speech tapers off, actually meeting Genji's gaze and finding himself struck with both awe and confusion. "... to... help... er. Hello."