Claire approached a trailer and shack near a small lake.

Owen was busy working on his 1955 BMW R26 motorcycle while listening to a Costa Rican football game on the radio.

Owen watched as Claire stepped out of her car and used the window as a mirror to fix her hair.

"What do they want now?" Owen asked himself.

"Mr. Grady," Claire said as she approached. "I need you to come take a look at something."

"Why are you calling me Mr. Grady?" Owen asked.

"Owen." Claire corrected. "If you're not too busy."

"I'm pretty busy." Owen said, drinking a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"We have an attraction." Claire said.

"That's not what you said the last time I saw you." Owen said, standing up.

"I'm talking about the dinosaurs, Mr. Grady." Claire said.

"Owen." He repeated.

"A new species we've made." Claire said, trying to swat away a mosquito.

Owen reached over and caught the mosquito in his hand, crushing it.

"You just went and made a new dinosaur?" Owen said, wiping the mosquito off his hands.

"Yeah, it's kinda what we do here." Claire said.

Off in the distance, a sauropod bellowed. Owen wasn't sure if it was an Apatosaurus or Brachiosaurus, both shared similar vocalizations.

"The new exhibit opens in three weeks and Mr. Masrani wanted me to consult with you."

Owen played around with a socket wrench.

"You wanna consult here, or, in my bungalow?" Owen said smoothly.

"That's not funny." Claire said.

"Heheh. Little funny." Owen chuckled.

Owen went to a workbench by the shack.

"We'd like you to check the paddock for vulnerabilities." Claire explained.

"Why me?" Owen asked. This was a rather unusual request.

"I guess Mr. Masrani figures since you're able to control the Raptors..." Claire explained.

"See, it's all about control with you." Owen said. "I don't control the Raptors. It's a relationship. It's based on mutual respect. That's why you and I never had a second date."

"Excuse me," Claire said, annoyed. "I never wanted a second date."

"Who types out an itinerary for a night out?" Owen asked.

"I'm an organized person." Claire said.

"What kind of a diet doesn't allow tequila?" Owen asked.

"All of them, actually." Claire said. "And what kind of a man shows up to a date in swimming shorts?"

"It's Central America, it's hot." Owen said.

"Okay, okay." Claire said. "Can we just focus on the asset, please."

"The asset?" Owen asked. "Look, I get it. You're in charge out here, you gotta make a lot of tough decisions, it's probably easier to just think of these animals as numbers on a piece of paper. But they're not, they're alive."

"I'm fully aware they're alive." Claire said.

"You might've made them in a test tube, but they don't know that." Owen said. "They're thinking, 'I gotta eat', 'I gotta hunt', 'I gotta...'"

Owen gestured with his arm.

Claire tried to hide her amusement.

"You can relate to at least one of those things, right?" Owen asked.

Claire walked up to Owen.

"I'll be in the car." Claire said. "You might want to change your shirt. They're very sensitive to smell."