[ Alex is chewing on the skin around his index fingernail as he reads, and mutters a 'thanks' when he's granted permission to smoke. Cracking a window in the back, it doesn't take two moments for Alex to pull out a packet of cigarettes and light one. He takes a deep breath in, and then blows the smoke out of the window.

He turns the page of the journal and holds his cigarette between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand as he talks. ]

Journal. From my ... great-grandad, I think. I'm not a books guy, but my whole family were hunters and they documented everything they came across - what they look like, their behaviour patterns and how to get rid of them. Trying to see if there's anything about fire breathing things.

[ Alex talks casually, because this was what he had been around all his life. He doesn't know what it's like on the outside, listening to somebody talk about ghosts and vampires and werewolves and everything in between. He moves to the middle of the back, so he can lean over and shove a book into Jaime's face. He doesn't care if the man is driving. ]

See, there's Dragons but, Dragons haven't existed for at least 700 years. I don't think it's that but it's the only thing I can think of that breathes fire...