“Why, would you rather enlighten me as to which of the dinosaur did you evolve from?” amusingly she responded, with a tint of joke, yet as quickly as she processed the jesting, she, too quickly threw her rocket of aggravation towards the youth.
“At the very least the pencil skirt is a standard office material, young man! And the boots aren’t of the medieval style. If anything, you look the more suspicious one.”
Oh, this was going to be fun. Just by her reactions, Fran could tell that this lady was going to be something to enjoy. If he expressed emotion, this would be the time that he’d have a wide smirk on his face.
"I evolved from the T-Rex. As you can see, my arms got longer. My head’s just as big, though." He said in reference to his frog hat. The interesting part of the hat was that he didn’t even want to wear it. Bel forced him to.
"You’re getting awfully defensive for someone who claims not to be a time traveler. I think you’re lying, and that get up is from the 1800’s or something."