Oh, Reinhardt knows better than to go around the station in his boxer shorts. No one needs to see that. So he'll stand, moving himself in front of the nearest exit, just in case the creature darts off, handing over the shirt.

"All right. I'm ready. Once he's grabbed, we can take him back where it's safe." He'll brace himself at the door, as if prepared to catch it if it tries to run between his legs. As he crouches, the little dino bolts.