Tim stumbles forward at the tail that whacks across his shoulders, prompting a brief coughing fit. Little sputters of blue flame spurt out from between his teeth until he glances up again, eyes watering.

"You might wanna radio ahead. I mean...use your rock." He'd take his out, but he doesn't know if these things are fire resistant, and would rather not find out. "Otherwise people might get a little freaked out if they see a dragon flying right at them outta nowhere."

She's...still got her pack. Just - it looks like more of a wristwatch than an actual knapsack, but hey, she's still got it. Would a dragon even be able to get anything out of it?

Presumably. But who knows.