It's a little overwhelming even for someone tall enough to see what's going on and human enough to be included in the conversations. There's a lot of business-like abrupt decisions of what to take and what to leave behind, and Russell isn't involved in any of that - now that he's been given supplies and dog, he's being shooed out the door.

If only the dog would cooperate.

"Chad, chad, come on, Chad..." Russell says lowly, pulling a bit on the leash to pressure the dog into following with. "Oh my god, should I borrow some clothes? Give you something that smells like them?"