"It's good. A little dated, now, but good." She'll spare him a lesson on how betrayed she feels that the guy who loves dinosaurs about as much as she does being her least favourite.

"I'll think of something good. Maybe we can figure out a list of options." They don't have a whole lot to do here, outside the desperation of survival. "Legend has it," and the significant look she gives him tells him these animals are not remotely real, "that dropbears are koalas gone feral. Bloody great things, with razor sharp claws. They wait in the trees for hours and then drop on you outta nowhere. Carnivorous terrors, dropbears are."

Releasing his hand, Alex huffs out a quiet laugh. "Likewise, Newt." A moment of consideration, and she considers the state of the poor guy in front of her, how pleased he'd been to see the little joey, now hunkered down in the fur-lined shoe that she's holding close. "Would you like to hold him?"

She's found it comforting, having the little guy so close. Maybe someone else should benefit from that, for a bit.