Given the volume of that hair, it is probable she couldn't see him before. Doesn't look like she gets a lo of peripheral vision around those things.

The Soldier opens his mouth, hesitates, then admits, "Fuzzlebutt. The old lady who shoved him at me named him." And he's chewing on the Soldier's metal fingers again. "He likes biting. I think. Or else just doesn't like me any."