"He's not a breed I'm in any way familiar with," he says, glancing up at her from the pad that he's steadying with a bandaged arm. "Doesn't really look like anything I knew, either. Figure I'll make notes later when I talk to Hiccup."

He realises that he's been rambling and clears his throat, discarding his pad and starting to scramble to his feet.

"Ma'am."