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[Yes, yes they are big teeth. Chase had been avoiding this particular offering on the City's tourist trail out of sheer stubborn preservation of his disbelief. Yes, he'd spoken to aliens, treated mutants, and had a regulr trail of people with cat ears and multicoloured skin tones through his clinic. Dinosaurs, he worried, might be the proverbial straw to break his back. And now that he's face to, well, kneecap with one of them it's...]

[It's actually not so bad. Slightly daunting, yes, but he figures something must be keeping them in there safe enough so long as no one sticks their hand through the bars. And as mindfucks go- he's had worse.]

[And she's holding his arm. There's something equally instinctive in the way he gathers her closer, lowering his voice.] Hey, I've got you. Think this guy just got out of his lair on the wrong side this morning; don't worry about him.