Joel thought about that for a moment, letting it roll around in his mind like a dog gnawing on an old bone, trying to figure out the ins and outs of it.

He wondered - but didn't ask - if that was how she'd died in the last one. Eaten by a dinosaur. Christ.

"We'll have to keep our eyes and ears open, then," he finally said, because it was all he could think of to say. "And... maybe avoid that wax museum room." That was one of the creepier places he'd seen so far, anyway.