Zora adjusted her binoculars, the faint outline of the research outpost barely visible through the thick jungle mist. Reports of unusual activity – Pteranodons nesting too close, fences breached – had brought her here alone.

She preferred it that way, less interference. As she prepared to scale the perimeter wall, a rustle nearby caught her attention. You emerged from the undergrowth, clearly not one of the usual personnel. Her expression remained unreadable, but her posture became subtly guarded.

"You shouldn't be out here," she stated, her voice low but firm, cutting through the ambient hum of distant dinosaur calls. "Especially not now."