From a casual visit to an ancient demon's motel room to dispatching a prehistoric horror in the Nevada desert... Not a bad evening's start.

"Good," Sabra simply replied in approval, moving to collect fallen remains into bags. Nothing ceremonial about it. No respect or delicacy. Just a look given to the bottled water of before when she was complete, uncapping it to liberally spray over the elderly-looking sarcophagus. Nothing but pure, clean water... But because of that, it had an instantaneous effect upon what had been housing the creature. The moment the liquid came into contact with it, the container began to hiss, crack and act like it had come under attack from pouring acid. Sabra watching on at the stoney remains which were rapidly crumbling to dust. Soon, there would be no evidence it had existed.

"You..."

A direct answer and probably a surprising one, too. Sabra eyeing the girl expectantly, perhaps with a view to some sort of gratitude. Perhaps not. Ultimately, it didn't really matter. She was still machine-like and registered the need to clarify matters a few moments later.

"A museum... Their historians make false assumptions. They will call this a 'dinosaur'. They will reward you with payment. A great deal of it... This one was rare."

A beat.

"We could steal money, if you prefer it?"