[And it will get an appreciative, if brief look, but it has to complete with relief that the weary, alone portion of things has come to an end. Beatrice, more to the point, has no concept of 'badass', but certain has one of 'friend' - and taps over to Shaw, hopping around her and chittering excitedly in a way that definitely says 'familiar person.' Steve and B both get a bit more of an appraising look from the little dinosaur.]

So could I, bloody glad you showed up when you did. Otherwise me and my little early warning system there would've been meat, sooner or later.

[Beatrice's beak does poke at Shaw's boot a bit with her beak. It's a move that has produced fruit before, might as well try. Life is short, fruit is tasty.]