Now Dustin was convinced that this wasn’t all his imagination—if it were, then those that were taunting him would actually know how to get under his skin. So far it had been the exact opposite. And Dustin already figured out, at least to some degree, what peeved off Red Snout the most.

“That, and humans can actually do math,” he raised a heavy brow, not without taking the raptor’s aggressive motions into account and tensing his shoulders and legs (though his stance remained the same), “If you haven’t noticed, there are quite a few more humans on board this ship than dinosaurs. Considering that this is a collective of individuals from different universes, the fact that most of them are at least humanoid in shape and nature implies that we’ve done something right. Apparently your species must’ve missed out on that.”