[Picking his way across cracked tarmac Julien sporadically turns an arm into a huge white wing for a few seconds at a time to help keep his balance. He grins, a bit loopy.]

You're so considerate, sir. I'll try not to fly into plate armor. [He shakes his head and winces. Someone's going to be herding a Triceratops into the portal in a minute, he can see it further along the road.]

I have a headache, but that's gotta be the portal, or partly. All those lights. Better not be a concussion. I didn't black out.