(You toured the few sectors of Isla Nubla, surprised anyone was still trying to reclaim what nature so clearly safeguarded. Passing by some of the various paddocks, the lone Indoraptor stared, intent plastered on its face. Its containment center would have been questionable at best- had it not have been for the extra cell holding the beast in.)

"..."

(Hostility was immediately clear, despite the distance between you. You were looking at a killing machine.)