Yessir, Sam, sir! Lotta' dino-birds around, probably a good dozen just on the outer perimeter - I gotta say, there's something different about your get-up. Did you do something new with your hair?

[Oh look, the wise-ass remarks are still a thing, as is taking way too much.

But he swings around and perches on a railing himself, lithe and curled inward to stare at the freaky pterodactyls that are all looking at Sam and Peter with defensive stares. Don't worry too much, they just look like they wanna eat us.]