"Perhaps a tyrannosaur will be next!" Her excited smile collapses into a frown as she notes, "Though there's a disappointing lack of guns, as well." As safaris go, this one has been something of a disappointment.

Still, she accepts Frank's hand with good grace, and then gestures toward the horizon with her empty glass. "To the booze!" she declares, as if leading a charge. The triceratops obliges by trundling forward, and she lets out a little giggle as she lurches backward. Sobriety is a serious threat, but thankfully it's still a distant one.