"Now that is unexpected," he murmurs, as if they aren't having this conversation within a stone's throw from two dinosaurs. Lifting a hand, Mathias rubs his scarred fingers over the hair on his chin, then takes his backpack off slowly to get one of the bottles of water he's brought along.

"So this place... it could turn me into you?" he asks finally, after he's taken a drink and considered this. "Or somebody else?"