"Aheh... heh..." was the only sound that came from Leslie's mouth. The nervous laugh that she employed when she wasn't sure what to do, or how she should act (which wasn't very often, mind you), but this was one of those situations that left her feeling very small and scared. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and tried to get control of her breathing as she stood there watching the dinosaur. Did she read something about how she should make eye contact? Or should she curl up in a ball, and pray that the dinosaur would just bypass her? Or should she try to appear bigger than she was by puffing out her chest?
No. No Leslie. That's not going to work.
She finally managed a smile, and let out a long breath. "Goo.. Good dinosaur," she said in a shaky voice. "Please don't eat me," she pleaded, unsure if the dinosaur could even understand what she was saying. "I don't taste good at all. Unless you like waffles then I'd be delicious. No... wait. Dinosaurs don't eat waffles. Duh, Leslie."
She felt herself tearing up because for the first time in long time she felt completely helpless and on the brink of death. She had yet to die in Marrowood or Grimoire, but she supposed there was a first time for anything. Leave it to Leslie to get eaten by a dinosaur, though.