"Call me Andy."
Why was Claire giving him that look?
Owen turned his lip up at the red head then smiled politely at this Andy. She smiled with slightly droopy lids, like she was half asleep and running on fumes; with that lay over on the main land, it wouldn't surprise him. If she had tolerance like his, she didn't sleep a wink on that plane, the ferry was no picnic either.
"Owen -
"Yeah," she chuckled. "I know who you are."
He blinked. "I'm flattered."
She chuckled again then looked at Claire. "My quarters? I'll start in the morning. I'm dead on my feet."
Claire opened her mouth to speak, a smile daring her lips but Owen cut in and Andy raised an eyebrow. "I can show you to your quarters," he flashed a superior smirk at Claire and she was almost foaming at the mouth. "Twenty three...right?"
Andy paused in her smirking and that eyebrow arched further. "How do you know?"
"I'm observing your first interactions with some of the animals around the park, get a feel for your abilities. I'm the judge that seals your job here. I'm swinging by at nine to get you down to the raptor pen."
She cocked her head, pale cornsilk dreads rolling over her right shoulder. "I'm starting with raptors?"
He chuckled. "Well yeah," he gently steered her away from Claire by the elbow. "If my girls don't like you, none of the beasts will. Excellent judges of character."
Andy nodded as he ushered her into the elevator, her rainbow striped duffel swinging languidly in front of her as she stared out the clear glass to the sprawling green of the pastures below with curious, wide eyes. Owen leaned against the glass to her right, watching her subtly for any twitches he should be aware of. The only thing that got him was the tattoo curving from her right clavicle to cover that side of her throat in tribal swirls and streaks.
He jumped when the elevator dinged and she just smiled; quiet, that would serve her well when dealing with these creatures. He wondered to what dino she would get the privilege to work with. There were plenty to work with but no one would say who her specialty would be.
He came to a slow stop in front of her door, her giving him a small half smile as she unlocked the door. "Thanks by the way," she nudged the door open a little and he saw a clear view of the t - rex habitat below...way below. "Claire was a little...too organized for me."
Owen raised an eyebrow, his bottom lip jutting out for a second. "People usually praise her for it," he smiled; he just couldn't stop. "Why don't cha like it?"
Andy shrugged. "I don't know...just seems a little uptight yet all over the place. My mom was like her actually. Pretty and poised..." Andy shook her head and nudged open the door. "I suppose I'll see you in the morning, hmm?"
He paused, watching her set her duffel just inside the door. She looked back at him questionably, her tired eyes creasing with strain. He looked over her shoulder, seeing briefly the rustle of trees from the t - rex tail; they were far too high for that thing to reach her window, but he still found the position of the room odd for some reason. He snapped back to attention when she waved a hand in front of his face, annoyance beginning to show in her eyes.
"Spacey," she mused. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she wiggled the door a little and he caught the hint.
He bowed a little, hands stuffed into his pockets. "I'll see ya. Rest up, gotta be on your toes or they'll take one."
She smiled just a little, it drooped with exhaustion. "Gotcha boss."
"There we go," he puffed up his chest. "Now we're getting somewhere."
She chuckled and waved him away. "Goodbye, Owen."
He nodded with a broad grin and let her shut the door, feeling more optimistic about this whole apprentice deal.
Andy yawned as she paced in front of the large glass window giving her a view of the quivering tree tops. Her pants lay discarded on the bathroom floor and she flaunted a loose fitting, antique Jurassic Park t shirt and boy shorts; she had the t shirt from her uncle who used to be an engineer from the old park, he meant it for her mother but she didn't like the idea of the park. Andy was elated when she found it in an old, musty box in his spare room one summer.
Andy just had a thing for dinosaurs.
They were cool and interesting but she could never dig up bones or anything like that. Though, she never thought being a multi - species behaviorist would give her a chance to actually work with a real live dinosaur.
She smiled as she plopped down in the middle of her new bed, large and stretch worthy. It was the first thing she had touched, spread out on. Then came a shower and she ordered a small, simple dinner but it was so good she thought she was dreaming.
Everything was perfect for the moment and she would do everything she could within her limits and reason. She had never been able to do such amazing things, even if amazing qualified as a small baked potato and a fist sized steak. She was a creature of...simple comforts.
Andy smiled and chewed on her red vine, setting the half empty bag to the side before grabbing her journal; sweet Jesus, if anyone saw the Barney stickers they'd laugh at her. She grabbed the pen and opened to the fresh page, seeing where she started before her shower. She bowed her hand and began to write again, just two short sentences before she closed the notebook and shut it in her nightstand.
She snuggled deep into the feather duvet, smiling sleepily before drifting.
Journal Entry I, Jurassic World
I met my superior trainer today, the man who will help me around this crazy place. I think I'm gonna like working here.