The sound was content, as was her body language. It seemed the only one who was holding off the inevitable was him. Owen frowned, resting his hands on his hips and letting his eyes drift off into the details of the plush bottom of the nest. He almost wished they were back on the island as they had been, that nothing had gone wrong and all was still within his line of thinking.
But Jurassic World was obviously at it's tipping point, InGen had taken things to far, and Owen would only change the fate of those who had needlessly lost their lives, his raptors included.
This place? Was far out of anything he could fathom, and he trained dinosaurs. Maybe Claire was right and he needed to just accept it. He wouldn't accept that they were merely trapped. That as bullshit and certainly not how anyone was going to survive. Lucky for them, the three--Claire, Blue, and himself, were well adept to surviving.
Sighing, Owen shouldered his rifle and met Blue's eyes, lifting a hand to remind her to hold her position. "I'll be back, alright? Stay hidden and out of sight. " He knew she wasn't picking up everything he said, exactly how he said it, but Owen knew by now that his raptors understood him well enough and it never stopped him from trying.
When he was sure she'd understood he gave her a slow nod and turned on his heel to head back to the club fortress. He didn't look back. It'd be too difficult.