The spectacular failure at dinosaur taming made Daisy all the more determined to do this part, the part she knew she was trained for and had more than enough experience in to maneuver without incident, absolutely right. That was, after all, her job, and she was good at it. The fucking best. Pop. Untouchable. Eugh, brains. Top of her class. Nothing to see here. Destined to do great things.
That triceratops ride was kind of a waste of time. Cool, Daisy could check it off her fucking crazy bucket list, but they had arrived late for the cover of dark and now the stars were already going out. The anonymous agent of AIM strolling back toward the guard post amongst the high tension scrambling of the others stared up at the sky, and wondered what these guys usually wore under their suits. Did they have watches? As she drew her attention slowly back to ground level, Daisy ran into her first snag; a tight cluster of terrorist freaks standing beside the guard post, likely theorizing what could possibly have happened to their de-uniformed comrade's head. It had to be in the vicinity, and perhaps with it they would find his suit. Daisy stopped, wondering if some quick redirection would go unnoticed, and mimed putting a hand to her ear as if she was receiving instructions through an earpiece. Did they have earpieces? It was hard to check after she burst the guy's melon. Turning on her heel, Daisy started to jog back to the hill where she was meant to meet Nick, forfeiting the plan to sneak back and going instead with a hiding in plain sight tactic. You couldn't really expect to blend in with your surroundings with this colour palette. The tight knot at the guard post had already noticed her weirdo trajectory, though, and one shouted to get her attention. Fucking motherfuck.