Johnny hears himself emit a somewhat undignified squeak when the dinosaur fucking eats her, oh fuck, so much for that. But it's not long before she's busting back out, and then all his excitement and weird, addled attraction evaporates in an instant. Oh. Oh god. Oh sick.

The smell alone is enough that he almost throws up, managing not to by some immense force of will. He stares up at her, blue-haired, blue-eyed, blue-skinned hottie covered in dino-gore, trying to make sense of her words. A burst of fire rockets down from above just nearby, startling him into talking.

"Um," he blurts. "Um. I. Just got here."

He's extremely distracted by the thing soaring overhead that just dropped the ball of fire. It looks like a dragon. Then it looks like a plane. It's both? It has an engine on its ass.

"Can I just ask, like," he says, "what the fuck is-"

He's cut off at that moment by a slime-coated tentacle swooping out of the half-leveled building behind him, curling around his waist and snapping him up off the ground. The noise he makes this time is entirely undignified.

"Oh SHIIIIT," he screams as he's hoisted way, way up into the fucking air and dangled over a legit gaping maw. Fuck this FUCK THIS FUCK HIS LIFE.