No, Johnny, you do not have permission to laugh. Besides, she only has a moment to register the weirdness of Biffy's name before he's going on about his clothes, as if that's higher on the hierarchy of needs than not being devoured by giant, extinct animals.

"We're headed for shelter," Jodie says, brow furrowed. "You know, from…?" she stares at Biffy, waiting for him to fill in the blank, here.