It's okay. K is aware of him, because he's very rarely not aware of his surroundings even while distracted, but he takes his moment to murmur to Mango, to apologize, to heap attention and affection on her until she can finally sit more or less in one place in his lap. Her tail is still whipping back and forth and her muscles tremble with energy, but when he sets her down on the concrete she doesn't leap back up onto him immediately.

He pushes to his feet and finally walks over into range of Jesus, and his expression falters with concern when he looks at him.

Still: "You adopted her?" he asks, picking up her trailing leash.