"Are you familiar with the concept of one problem at a time?" Owen let out a sigh of relief when the projector shot a line of distraction, aiming the Rex towards another building where the light was reflecting whatever the hell had been inside the machine. She roared, taking an offensive stance as if the light were alive, chomping and snapping with her massive head.
The when and where was still a concept he was fumbling with. Obviously he wanted to get to Claire and the club, not that he thought it was safe. But where else could they go?
A light padding of feet behind them and the rifle tucked at his side was cocked and aimed, only when he heard the chirp did Owen lower his gun in disbelief. It was dark, but not dark enough that he couldn't recognize the distinct features of his own raptor he'd raised right out of her very shell.
"Blue." Her name escaped his lips fondly, glad to see what was left of his girls still alive and well. But they had bigger problems, literally. He didn't have to tell her to be quiet in their predicament, but he held a cautioning hand up to signal that they needed to hold their position, for now. "We've got to make a run for the club. Think you can manage?" He glanced over his shoulder to the woman, whom he'd completely forgotten had no idea that this was his raptor as opposed to all the others.