Something about the 'needs of the many outweigh that of the few' ran along in the back of Owen's mind. It was a hard truth that the US special forces liked to drive into your head, the sugar coated way of saying 'you're probably going to die but you're dying so that everyone else can stay alive' only in a more diplomatic fashion. But that wasn't the answer he was about to give the woman questioning him.
He wasn't that much of a smartass. "She's big but she's not exactly smart." Not as smart as a raptor or an Indominus. "Right now, she's relying on a continuous movement and sound. If I can get this to--" Freezing like a deer in headlights, Owen picked up his head at the distinct sound of a raptor cry. They were outside, no, just one. The call was familiar but he didn't have time to dwell on the possibilities right now.
Instead he set up the projector to aim away from what was left of the hall, and plugged it into the wall. "This should distract her long enough for the rest of us to run in the opposite direction." That was his hope anyways as he flicked on the projector.