[Leaping into action isn't exactly Hank's first instinct here. His first instinct is to raise his eyebrows and smile, not trying to hide the fact that he's laughing at her even a little.]

Yeah, looks like it. You look like those people who try to catch pigs.

[He starts moving closer, trying to be slow enough that Sumo won't get any more excited. His success is kind of limited; Sumo doesn't move but his tail does start wagging faster, and while Hank's flinching away, grimacing, from the not-skeleton he just accidentally touched Sumo barks and all his minions who'd started to slow down or even stop speed up again.

Hank looks at the mess between him and his dog. He sighs. Sumo's probably going to start jumping around in a second, or trying to run if the poor woman's particularly unlucky.]

Ah, fuck. You can just let go, he'll come back on his own, uh, probably. After a while.