Bepergian was first and foremost a scientist. As an anthropologist he had spent his entire adult life examining worlds and studying extinct lifeforms and cultures. Now before his eyes stood a living breathing, moving specimen of his studies. If escaping from a dinosaur wasn't fantastical enough, seeing a Neanderthal woman perform her life in front of him was mythical.

She heard his gasp and turned toward him. He was amazed. Certainly she showed evidence of a larger bone structure and cranial structure than the women of his time, but it did not detract from her appearance. She had light colored hair. Dark blond or light brown by the look of it. In the dim light of the hut, and the way she had it pulled back it was hard to tell. She was somewhat crouched in the hut so her size was not immediately discernible. He could not see the lines of age on her face so he imaged her to be fairly young adult.

She remained at the entrance of the hut and looked shyly at him. He had no idea how he looked after being mauled by the dinosaur, but he felt he probably looked more damaged than dangerous. Not having excavated many sites containing Neanderthal remains he was not real sure of their customs, but looking about the hut, it seemed to be a fairly permanent structure, therefore he assumed her group was not nomadic.

She continued to watch him so he decided it was time to assess his injuries and start thinking about what he would do next.