There's a blank look that accompanies the information about dinosaurs. He'd never heard of them, or of Earth for that matter, but really, he's not going to knock the idea that they'd had space travel before the Accretion.

Wayne gives him a thumbs-up and glances back toward the beach, the tide likely to carve away at their sand castles before he's made it back, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. They could come back and rebuild another time, surely. For now, it's time to brace himself and go out there and wipe a few cultists and that Fleshstache out. Wayne leads the way up the steps to the portal, looking at the fish seemingly keeping guard up here, then walking straight into the two-toned portal that deposits them right into a sandy hole in the ground next to a slightly dilapidated tent, and a figure that turns back to them with no discernible expression, but straightens up with their hands clasped together.

"Ah, excellent, you've returned! Good luck out there." To which Wayne tries very hard not to pout, looking a touch embarrassed. Instead of responding, he steps out into the ruins, scanning over the tops of crumbled architecture to spot the tops of the heads of the damnable cultists.

"'kay, you ready?" He looks back at Nobunaga, then moves with his axe held ready to swing on the first figure that approaches him.