For some reason the implications behind the name "Dream" make Tommy feel slightly ill at ease. He does, however, bear the information in mind, just in case it comes in handy someday.

"Condemn curiosity over something new?" Tommy looks vaguely amused by that. "Nah. They're Raptors, a rather interesting bio-mechanical version, of course. The real animals died out millions of years ago." He chuckles as Jase nudges into the touch. "I designed this particular bunch with a side somewhat departed from their prehistoric ancestors. They appreciate things like affection and play. It lets them bond with myself and the others, which in turn enables us to use them as transportation without getting thrashed."

Except at the beginning when he'd been taming them, of course. Then, they'd thrown him clear across the lair.