"We're being treed by a pack of dinosaurs on an island that's reputedly outside of space and time." Not that Nikita believes it, but there's no reason to tell Sarah that, or that she's right, Nikita doesn't believe her.

Nina would, so Nikita shrugs, smiles a sharp, small smile and lets the interest burn in her eyes. "Try me. It's not like we've got anything else to do and it beats wondering how soon these things are going to learn how to climb."