Spryly didn't need an illustrated encyclopedia of animal species this time to recognize what he was looking at. "Anyone else miss our ol' friend Bessie?" he whispered, eyes glued to the beast before them. "Got any idea how to deal with this one?" This he directed at the redhead with all the animal knowledge. He had half a mind to point out how handy a dead ibis would have been for a distraction at this point but didn't want to push his luck in case the overgrown lizard had supersonic hearing and got the wrong idea.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.