Her head tilts, body language notably quizzical. How odd, to be spoken to so gently. Even when she was a hatchling, there was an awful lot of yelling around her. Stressed human voices: it's too strong for this enclosure! get the tranq!. But that's over now.

She is well over five meters tall when standing up, but since he's knelt down to appear less threatening, she decides to do the same, settling on her belly almost like a broody hen, except for the clawed arms folded in front of her. She sets her chin on the ground and chuffs, like a tiger.

Yes. Writing too slow. She scribbles on the board.