A terrified squeak is all the espurr makes before diving as far as it can under Mantis's shirt. The shaking lump is aided without much thought from Mantis himself, who is far more concerend with the fact that a giant dinosaur that can apparently write fluent English has approached him. He holds espurr up against his chest once more, now with an added layer of fabric hiding the little thing.

He's met aliens, a kelpie, a teenaged robot, talking baby spiders, and a host of other weird and strange people. Talking dinosaur. Why not.

"I was taught to do this when I was a child. You light candles for the dead and arrange them with effigies to represent who is gone." He's just going to slowly stand up and try and reach into this mind. Not too far. Not too deep. But inquiring minds need to know if he can read the mind of this particular dinosaur. "You don't look much like any creature I've seen in a museum. Is this really what technology was used for in your world? Bringing back dinosaurs?"