[As he comes over, Dixon elbows a few of the statues, just in case any of them are living. Like Tim's, he's started to get paranoid that some of them are alive, or will be alive when they get the inclination. At least shouldering past them and feeling the resistance of the solid surface is some kind of tactile reminder that they're just objects, no matter what they're shaped like.]

Sure, dragons and monkeys and aliens. Seems like the only thing this place don't have yet is the lions, tigers and bears.

[Dixon gives the kid a visual once-over when he gets close enough, sees no injuries, nothing like that. Good. For what may be the first time in Dixon's life he's actually taking his job of protecting and serving halfway seriously, which is ironic, given that he was fired from said job not long ago.]

Can't say I'm jealous of you wandering around in your pajamas. You see anyone else?