"Someone needs to take that shrink gun away from you," Yamato mutters, shaking his head. "Before you become Barry's archnemesis."

Sora inclines her head. "I didn't know exactly who Yamato had commissioned for it, but he'd discussed with me the need for ways to defend ourselves, since there's no reason to believe right now that our Crests will start functioning again," she says, with a quick smile. "I look forward to seeing what you make."

Jyou nods solemnly, adjusting his glasses. "And beating the Bureau at their own game is definitely an added bonus."

As they walk, those dinosaur calls are becoming gradually louder, and a little more audible. Through the trees, there is the distant, rumbling call of:

"Bro, I might be a dinosaur, but you're a ... fine-osaur."

"B-bro ..."