Beast Boy twitched one of his small, round ears as he listened to Kronk, blinking his black eyes before raising another brow. Squeaker squeakity squeakens followed the brow-raise, entailing thus; hi Kronk, my name's Beast Boy, and I'm not actually a squirrel and I don't think there is any wildlife that is native to this place.

He shifted around a moment, curling his tail around the fence and plopping his legs over the side of it, before he was about five-foot-five, grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear in about two point five seconds. He lifted a grey-gloved hand, waving it towards the muscular lacky of the crazy dinosaur woman out to dominate an empire that Beast Boy would associate with another dishing out of the Discovery channel, just like the ruins outside. He seemed vaguely amused, but kept the cheerful look across his face to show that he was friendly so that he wouldn't end up being hit upside the head.

Though he doubted Kronk was one to do that, by the mere fact that he was talking to a squirrel. It just seemed cruel to not show that he was actually human when Kronk commented on how he'd never seen a green squirrel.