Animal or alien? Peter really can't tell right now because so far the thing hasn't spoken any language in his implant's database. What he has to go on is any movements that looks intelligent - the problem is he's so desperate to see them that when the dinosaur scratches at its chest, he assumes it's copying him. Has to be a sign it's smart, right? Like smart enough not to rip him to shreds?

"Okay, I can't say that if that's your name, buddy," Peter inches a foot toward the left door but doesn't jump for it. Not yet. "Can you get me? Two clicks for yes."