Why Daisy's impulse kept being for stealth she didn't fucking know anymore. The pinpoint of lights had her ducking behind the triceratops' convenient frill, hoping she could blend in with the stupid creature at least in the shadow, but the General had a very different idea. As the jeep scraped its undercarriage and snagged on a rock, one tire spinning uselessly in the air, Daisy turned to raise her eyebrow and lip at Fury. Now they were all going to fucking know, the whole army of highlighter styled fuckers. Before she turned away from him and back to the scene of the crash, her eyes were glowing white. Maybe she could buy them a few more minutes if the other guy in the car hadn't reoriented himself enough yet to get on the radio. A rumble shook the earth and the jeep shot upwards as if struck by a geyser, tumbling in the air and all of its wheels spinning, two bodies falling from the cab, one heavy and dead and the other flailing until his head cracked on the rocks below. The dinosaur herd were getting used to the action quickly and largely just stomped their feet or honked in annoyance at the continued disruption of their quiet graze.