Fred almost glared at Wesley. He had not just commented on how the girl looked, not like that anyway. He had to have known the girl was only talking about her eyes, not the way she was dressed or the color of her hair. Then again, maybe Fred was feeling a little self-concious about her own appearance; really, when wasn't she?
She shifted a little, looking from Raven to Wes. Yes, he probably could have found a different way of saying things, but it'd been said.
"Oh, there is a girl with a dinosaur. I've seen her. And the dinosaur. Very intelligent girl. She's about your age, too. Not the dinosaur, the girl. Well, I suppose the dinosaur could be your age, a clone, but I doubt it. It could be younger. I wonder how she got that dinosaur." She'd have to find the girl and ask. Maybe she could even touch a living dinosaur. Her mind was now focused on the beast; she got sidetracked sometimes. Maybe she could ask for a tissue sample.