Doc’s eyes flicked quickly back and forth between Jarvis and Boris. She laid her ears back a little, as if listening to something behind her, and skittered back a few more steps. Her tail, the end tipped with a puff of cream-coloured fur, lifted and waved cautiously, before she circled around toward Jarvis’ free hand. She gave an inquisitive sniff.Jarvis held his hand out patiently, waiting for Doc to decide he wasn’t a threat (though he supposed that would happen faster if he wasn’t carrying Boris, but there was no way he was letting the otter go in the guest wing; he would wind up in Loki’s room, god knows how). He wondered idly where Summer was, but he wasn’t overly concerned about being found; he considered the tower his almost more than it was Mr. Stark’s.
She took a few more steps forward, nose working furiously, then decided that maybe this person could be permitted to pet her. She nudged her nose under his fingertips and made a tiny squeak.