'He feels like he's met the man before': cue the X-Files theme music. Spooooky. ;)

Krycek pushes his hand into his pocket. Dog's leash dangles from the pocket now. He chances a look around for the uniformed ones, then just shrugs. Winter was coming, and the British seaside was not Florida, apparently.

"Hey Dog!" He is not entirely certain that his yell carries over the sound of cars that are passing a few feet away and then still down the beach. Passers-by are giving him looks, he returns them as a glare that shuts them up and makes them move on. No-one wants to fuck with the guy who, for all the time that's passed, still looks like he's been in a fight and would not hesitate to start one again, too.

Dog finally decides to slowly scamper back towards him. He watches him, breathing a small sigh of relief as the dog has brains enough to not run into a car.