[A man after her own heart. But it sounds like a solid plan.]

All right, then. I hope you brought your trainers.

[She hefts the tranq gun up.]

As soon as this puppy is ready to shoot, I'll let you know.

[She begins charging it up.]

[Okay, to be fair she should have made a better assessment of her use of the word trainers but she was sort of preoccupied by angry dinosaurs.]

Running shoes. But it looks like you've got it handled.

[She fiddles with the gun's controls.]

Come on, come on, warm up.

[Every second feels like it's taking forever and then BAM. A flash of lights and this dinosaur is sleeping like it's friend. Relieved, Amy lets the gun fall to her side and leans against the door frame.]

Well, at least that part's over. Hopefully there's enough juice in this thing to keep them out for a while.

[Thank goodness the raptors are sleeping because Amy can't help but gape at him.]

Of course they do. They make shoes for everything. Don't they have special shoes where you come from? [Hint: because if not Amy is taking you closet shopping.]

In the future, my present, they make all kinds of shoes. Ones for running, ones for working, ones for dressing up, sandals, boots, you name it. I can show you sometime if you like.

Wear them of course! You can't just go around wearing the same shoes all the time. Different outfits call for different shoes. Even if you aren't from modern times, surely even you know that.