Daisy had never ridden anything in her life. Not a horse, not a donkey at a carnival, not a particularly large family pet, nor would she if her family had believed in keeping pets. Certainly not a dinosaur. S.H.I.E.L.D. had only trained her in an array of transportation devices, keyword 'devices', man-made and controlled and rarely scaly. She was pretty sure she was ready. She went scuttling after the General, keeping crouched low even as they reached the animals in case they got spooked so she couldn't be blamed.
Of course Nick made it look easy; he approached everything like it was the most straightforward thing in the world. Barebacking a triceratops, no big deal. Base jumping from Niagara Falls, totally fine. Flying a jet with one eye, not a problem. Daisy attempted to mirror the approach on another dinosaur only to slide down onto the creature's tail, arms and legs wrapped as far as she could reach around it as the tail wagged to dislodge the nuisance. Then the animal started to trot, really move like none of the others had yet, not that thoughtful meandering that had made them all seem docile and rideable, kicking dirt up into Daisy's face and tail swaying with each rolling stride. Daisy was not ready for this.