As serious as Daisy appeared, and as much as she had refused to commit to the Jurassic Park happy hour, Nick flopping around in his flippers and wetsuit had etched her mouth into a hard line to keep her from laughing every time she caught him out of the corner of her eye. He was way too old for this, wasn't he? There was a reason he gave them instructions and Daisy led them on the field. Lately, it had a lot less to do with Daisy's ability to control the team. Maybe that was why Nick had to flop around. She waited for the last fizz of disturbance to clear from the surface of the inky water before being the last to drop from the boat and follow Jeff Goldblum to the beach. There weren't any ocean-dinosaurs, were there?
Daisy was going to prove that she had this entirely under control this time. In the cave, with a lot of pointed hushing, she gestured for the other two to toss her their suits to seal in an airtight back and maneuver carefully under a heavy rock. Pausing at the mouth of the cave, just inside its shadow and outside of the silvery moonlight, Daisy listened carefully as she did her automatic and mostly brainless equipment check, straining to hear any sign of dinosaur activity. She wasn't entirely sure what she was listening for. An angry carnivore roar, maybe.