Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
Gwen had a wall of lab rats. Her core area of study was grounded soundly in biology, and that had maybe desensitized her a little bit to the sacrifice of creatures for the betterment of science. She knew the raptors would go after the brachiosaurus; she was counting on it. The herbivores were bigger than them, which made them a more noticeable and (hopefully) more desirable dinner. And he was right; she was thankful for the rain, too, which she hoped would go a long way to washing away whatever they smelled like to the raptors, causing the raptors to go after their normal prey instead.
Cruel plan, but science was all about hard truths, and Gwen (for all her hope in humanity) understood scientific sacrifice in a way that had been cultivated during her Oscorp internship, and which had stayed with her into college. Being humane was important, but this was about surviving.
She didn't need the push, but she didn't waste time telling him that. She grabbed for a handhold in the first tree inside the treeline (tall and with bark that flaked off between her fingers) and abilities or not, she was better at climbing things than she had been before. Sure, she didn't have the webs or anything making her arms stronger, but repetition out there, in the snow, helped muscle memory.
She pulled herself up, and here the rain was a totally terrible thing. It was harder to hold on, and she was winded from the run, but she managed to scale (slipping once, her scream louder than the rain), until she reached a branch that was about eight-feet off the ground and in the deep foliage. It was barely higher than the raptors on their tails, but the branch was thick, not even moving under her weight, and she pressed her back to the trunk and tried to reach a hand down for Peter, wherever he he was, because the thick green and deluge wouldn't let her see.
They should go higher and wait it out, but not until she knew he was off the ground. Nuh uh. No way.