"If they're that gung ho about killing us, then I guess we're doing something right. Sad gauge for our lives but," she simply shrugged, to say 'What can you do?' about the danger in their lives. She leaned forward and snagged the picture to analyze the old image closer. "Reminds me of Savage Land, with the huge cranky dinosaur."
Returning the picture, she looked at him with a questioning eyebrow on the nap thing. What was proper etiquette with agents, offering one of the spare rooms to crash a bit? But it sounded like he had other places to go, so she let the odd offer slide. "Funny, rumor had it that that was what Steve first asked about modern cars, could they fly," she replied in amusement and sipped her drink.