Bandit gets a wide berth as he walks down the street. Most people stare at the dog in the suit as he passes by. Some talk in low tones to each other, wondering if he's an alien, or he's a robot, maybe some promo for an upcoming movie. At least no one has thought yet to call the police. Bandit doesn't care. He's got a job to do and good dogs complete their jobs for good humans.

A few blocks down, Bandit leads Iggy to a grocery store. He sits down, panting a little, happy at having completed his task.

Bandit stay here.

He's uneasy being inside buildings for too long. It's too easy to end up with people hunting him and trying to confine him to a small space. Since he escaped the lab, he's stuck to the outside as much as possible.