"So have I! Did he use a whiteboard to communicate?" He smiles, thinking of his encounter with Indoraptor, but that smile does not last. The storm must be hard on the sentient dinosaur, who is not built for such cold weather.

"Well, it is an honor to meet you." The Titan's eyes light up in curiosity. "Your kind is rare, even on your own world? Are there other sentient species who aren't human?"

It's been a while since anyone has brought up the "chained to a mountain" incident, although with the cruelty of the storm, the Titan's thoughts are never too far from those long nights that he shivered in the cold, waiting for his liver to regrow so it could be eaten anew by that wretched eagle. "Hercules freed me," he says flatly. "You've heard of him, yes? He killed the eagle that Zeus sent to torture me, and broke my chains. I've been living among humans ever since."

He returns his PINpoint to his pocket. "Something like that. That's why this is no ordinary storm."