As Emily zoned out, having a memory of herself using the little black box, prsssing little lights and holding it to her head and making the talkie noises that dogs made instead of barking, the vet and Brutus caught the expression.
"See!" Brutus said with a point at his humans eyes, "That's the look!"
The vet frowned and waved her hand in front of Emily's face, snapping Emily out of the memory and she happily barked at her and panted, unaware of the concern that the two dogs were expressing for her.
"That is odd." The vet hummed, "We'll have to do a little MRI, if there's anything wrong with her brain, we'll find it there." As as she let one of her assistants know to prep the machine she continued talking, "Of course, we could also just find nothing wrong, every human is a little odd, especially after dogs did centuries of selective breeding." She chuckled a bit, "But if all she does is zone out a little like this, I think it's something that will go away on its own, especially if there's no unusual changes in her brain."