She was with them. Her name was Blue, and she was with them. The raptor was with them and not all the other dinosaurs. How lovely. Emma just rolled her eyes and accepted that, moving the hell on because the raptor would be closest to Owen and she wasn't going to let herself get chomped on thank you very much.
Her rear would appreciate the cover and Emma would just move on along to the club and the other dinosaurs could just eat the idiots that ran the hell away the last time. That was fine. Deciding to stay diamond unless she absolutely needed to use her telepathy -would it even work on dinosaurs?- Emma followed Owen's directions. After all, he'd kept them alive this long, she'd work on it for a while.
She had to step out over the battered down wall to get to the street, coming out on the side of the building by the square. The street appeared empty, but that didn't mean that there wasn't something near, or that the Rex would realise that they were making a break for it.