This just gets weirder and weirder. Sure, dinosaurs. He can deal with that. Dinosaurs that can communicate? That's a bit harder to wrap his head around.

Lyall stares the dinosaur up and down as he figures out just what to do with… this. It's massive! Probably not stealthy. Probably not good at trekking through the snow. And it doesn't take a genius to realise that it's going to take a lot to feed. The sight of this creature patrolling the streets isn't going to raise any morale, either.

As conclusions begin to form, Lyall's shoulders slouch back over the desk. "I'm going to need your name, skills, where you're staying… and then ask you a few questions."