MANDIE + MARCUS
It was an extreme exercise in discipline for Powell to sit up in the relative safety of the tree. To listen to the screams. To hear bodies torn apart. If he had not come across Mandie he might have taken his chances and seen how many others he could have saved but in the end it would have been a fool's game. He had little doubt that every bullet he fired would only risk bringing more dinosaurs onto the scene and in the end he doubted his bullets were big enough regardless. At least not without a ridiculously well placed and lucky shot.
For some reason when Mandie spoke again and mentioned her stuffed Brontosaurus it made him almost smile. The random tid bit of something approaching childlike innocence came as a welcome if brief distraction from everything else that was going on around and below them.
"Not usually but I suppose I did get to cop a quick feel of you on your way up so maybe I oughta try it again sometime."
Powell took a moment to make sure that the Sig in the holster beneath his shoulder was still secure and not become jostled in his own climb before swinging his Springfield rifle up. "There's only so much meat here", he said as he peered through his rifle. He got a close up view of another passenger being mauled and instinctually began to pull on the trigger to put the poor man out of his misery before lowering the rifle in his hands and cursing again, knowing damn well such action would just attract the Spinosaurs. Or worse.