"In a godforsaken jungle, obviously," replies Peter, despairing as he realizes she's going to investigate. He winces, looking behind him and deeper into the building, where he presumes safety lies, but there's nothing for it. He mutters something under his breath -- he'll deny it's a prayer if she asks -- and follows her out the door.

Whatever made the noise doesn't do it again immediately. There's another sound, though, closer by, as a pair of creatures emerge from the foliage perhaps fifty meters away. They're not coming toward Amy and Peter, and don't even seem to notice they're there as the dinosaurs amble along.

"...Fuck," says Peter in surprise.