"What's the point of rebuilding?" Sorkin asked Gerry. "Hammond will kowtow to the major shareholders and cut every corner to recoup their investment as fast as possible with no regard to the animals' welfare."
"Hey, you know who our prisoner is?" Yoder asked. "'Cause no one else seems to."
"Well, I've never seen her on the island before..." Sorkin said. "...I don't recognize her as someone who works for InGen, but I don't know everyone, so it's possible."
"Dr. Sorkin-" Yoder began to say.
"As I told you," Sorkin interrupted, "I'm staying behind to watch after the animals."
"I'm sorry, but we really need to get you out of here." Yoder explained.
"Why?" Sorkin asked sharply.
"Wouldn't this place be better off as some kind of dinosaur preserve?" Yoder suggested. "I mean, it's stupid to treat these creatures like they are in some kind of circus, right?"
"Well, obviously that's true." Sorkin said.
"Someone needs to speak to the board about protecting these dinosaurs." Yoder said. "You believe in animal rights, don't you? Wouldn't you put your neck on the line for them?"
"You're absolutely right, Mr. Yoder," Sorkin said, "but none of this matters if the Board of Directors-"
"Okay, look, I'm not supposed to say this, but...I heard the board is gonna hold an emergency meeting, about, y'know, new leadership. If you were there, you could act as a witness to the events that took place here. They'd have to listen to you."
"That's true." Sorkin said. "I hate to admit it, Mr. Yoder, but perhaps you're right."
"And our orders also mention an assistant?"
"David...yes." Sorkin said. "I'm afraid David won't be coming back with us...He...I told him to stay away from the quarantine pens."
"Oh, Dr. Sorkin..." Gerry said, trying to reassure her. "I'm...I'm so sorry."
"Thank you." Sorkin said. "Now, before we go, I have some work in the lab that must be completed first."
Yoder nodded his head.
"Dr. Harding," Sorkin said, "perhaps you and your daughter would like to assist me. I've been working on a cure for one of our dinosaurs' nastier genetic disorders."
"Oh, which one?" Gerry asked as the two headed to the field lab.
"It's dietary." Sorkin said. "Right up your alley."