With the expression on Bruce's face (like she hasn't seen that kind of look before, though usually a lot more hangdog), Martha decides not to mention the kitschy 70s cartoon version. Instead she clears her throat, shifting to a bit more serious a tone.

"Yeah, I'm guessing...dinosaurs might be a bit stressful to handle," she admits. "And unfortunately, I'm not. I'm pretty damn good with working with available resources, but the strategy I was first taught was 'run for your life', and the second one was 'shoot it with a really big gun'. Neither of those seem to apply here, so maybe we should try 'find a defensible position and hope we walk into a hotel door first', and then your, uh, 'Other Guy' thing only as needs must?"