"Bargained with it," he echoes quietly, dubious, mostly to himself. Mako's response is more prevalent, and he turns back to her sharply. "Bigger?" Here he'd been operating under the assumption that this was one of her kaiju, but apparently not, apparently it was just some fuckin thing? a little present from the rift? Wow, awesome.

"How do you even fight them, then?" he asks, eyes wide. Wait, wait, missing a step. Basic interaction, right. "Uh - um, this is Daine. Daine, this is Mako. And... friends." He looks from wolf to otter in mild curiosity. He's feeling sort of punchy, having actually survived severe dream peril for the first time in a while.