Nick still glared up at the ceiling, muttering darkly. As far as he was concerned dinosaurs lived too god damned long. If the fuckers were supposed to still exist they wouldn't be genetically engineered on that island (and subsequently dinonapped and brought here). The asshole up on the ceiling needed an extinction event and more than likely Nick would be the cause of it. Eventually. Alex would probably try to stop him if he tried to stage an all out assault against the winged monster.
"Yeah, okay," he said and shrugged out of his coat and moved to pick up a sword from a rack in the wall (put in specially for Alex) to block hits from the kid. If Alex's insinuations were true, Nick and the others probably didn't have a lot of time left to spend with him. Might as well make the best of it and keep on honing the team's skills. He was going to need them more than ever.