I should think we'd have seen Godzilla by now.

[ This guy in tacky gold horns was definitely not (visibly) behind her a moment ago. Hands stuffed in his coat-pockets, he glances away from the scene beyond the fence to the mumbling stranger. ]

And now I'm rather hoping Mothra gets to bunk up at the apartments. You wouldn't be able to open the fridge at night if he was around, imagine the fuss of midnight snacks.