Must be hard being a mouse. [I mean, probably not as hard as being a human trapped in a dinosaur body, but as Dixon has experience with neither he doesn't imagine judging will serve him well.]
I see that. [Patience vaunting her talents reminds Dixon of how few he has; he's nurturing a complex for how useless he is to this caravan of people.]
Can you pass me my pants? [He gestures towards the jeans drying over the fire. They're probably at least minimally damp by now. He realizes a moment delayed that maybe he should ask her to do it without her mouth, but doesn't know if she can with her stubby arms. Hey, maybe he'll have 'can use opposable thumbs' as an edge on her.]
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I see that. [Patience vaunting her talents reminds Dixon of how few he has; he's nurturing a complex for how useless he is to this caravan of people.]
Can you pass me my pants? [He gestures towards the jeans drying over the fire. They're probably at least minimally damp by now. He realizes a moment delayed that maybe he should ask her to do it without her mouth, but doesn't know if she can with her stubby arms. Hey, maybe he'll have 'can use opposable thumbs' as an edge on her.]