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Cutter shook his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of the black jacket one of the soldiers had handed to him. Connor looked slightly miffed that no one had offered him a gun, but Danny didn't fancy the chances of the lad doing anything other than blowing his own foot off,
Sums up Cutter's character in one sentence, and Connor's un-physicality in another. :)

carrying a machine pistol and on a promise not to do a bunk. He really did need his head examining.
I can see how Danny would look at it that way!

he wanted to linger, to study the impossible, trying to wrap his clever mind around the thought that creatures from the past could simply walk into the present through one of these beautiful but terrifying rips in time
Yes! Connor's forte has always been the mind.

“Doesn't stop it being dangerous,” Lyle commented. “Read somewhere that about 40 people a year are killed by cows, and they eat grass.”
Danny envied the man’s ability to run and talk at the same time, sounding like he was doing nothing more than strolling down the road.
Ah, the joys of physical fitness! And Lyle's ability to find the pithiest comment...

Lyle sighed heavily. “You’re probably right about that. We’d need a sodding rocket launcher to stand a chance of taking it down, and they aren't standard issue in UK prisons – yet.
*snorfle* Give Leek a chance, he'll order some.

they created a hastily erected barricade of cars across the road, directly in the path of the diplodocus/apatasomething/whatever the fuck it was.
LOL for Danny using his "experience" and for not being able to accurately name the WTFIW.

Legs the size of tree trunks held up its almost unimaginable bulk, . . . thin, whip-like point of its tail, lashing to and fro like that of an angry cat.
Beautifully descriptive paragraph.

“All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end…”
Heeeee!

“Connor, is it true that they've got a brain the size of a pea located in their arses?” Danny asked, speaking into the radio mic.
“Got absolutely no idea, mate,” Connor replied cheerily. “But I think we’re about to find out.”
Perfect humour to stop the tension from being overloading.

“We certainly don’t want him to end up liking it here. Let’s go hotwire another car, Quinn, he might need some more encouragement to keep going in the right direction.” . . . Danny nudged Lyle and pointed to a black BMW parked in front of the flats. “Always fancied torching a Beamer.”
Ouch! *simultaneously winces and chuckles*

Lovely section; tense without being overbearing, humorous without being slapstick. Perfect setup for the next part.