Considering what he's already been through, alien dinosaurs don't seem to get much of a reaction out of Death Warren. He's sitting high up on a building, perched with his wings curled over him, blocking the sun from behind, and casting his whole figure in shadow.

Every once in a while, one of the creatures will come crashing to the ground, with at least one (and more often several) metallic-looking feather sticking out of it. The creature violently convulse before dying, as though struck with a neurotoxin.

While he's difficult to physically reach, Warren is watching and listening intently. More than anything, he wants to know what kind of place he's found himself in.