She bites her lip to stifle the laugh that threatened when Jason went down, the moves to help Jason with the dog and getting upright again.

"At least he's not a slobbery dog?" She offers, because it'd be worse if the dog was a St Bernard or something. Her smile is amused and a little sheepish, she feels kind of guilty for wanting to laugh. "There's a water fountain near that bench over there, if you wanna wash your face."