Lucas gasps and takes a step back.

It doesn't sound like the aggressive drago, at least. He's wary about the metal but, as long as it listens to Tyler, he supposes there shouldn't be a problem.

"Nice cyberraptor," he says, cautious.

Lucas smells predominately of river and mud as well as the hint of being around farm animals earlier that day.

"You got a room all to yourself?" he asks.