Your adoptive father, Dr. Ian Malcolm, the man that got attacked by a T-Rex in the first upbringing of Jurassic Park, founded by Dr. John Hammond, was now leaving and he wouldn't tell you the reason why, and he was trying to send you to a babysitter who would take you horseback riding etcetera, he told you he wouldn't be gone that long and he wouldn't be leaving unless it was really important.

“I'm your daughter all the time y'know?!, you can't just abandon me whenever an opportunity knocks. ” You said rather rudely as you stuck the sticky note of the babysitters phone number onto his shoulder and jumped off the office chair walking away. “Gee that hurts my feelings, did your mom tell you to say that?” Ian said sarcastically, following after you.

“..uh, y'know sweetie, I know we've had some hard going but I feel like the last couple years we've been working things out.” He told you as he heard: "Dr. Malcolm downstairs!" Blare from the radio, calling him to go downstairs. “I know but I want you to crack on me, ground me or something, send me to my room!, you never do any of that stuff.” you told him.

And it ended up with a quarrel, about how he never even realized you were kicked out of the gymnastics team right before the Olympics, you leaned against the fence and looked at him. “You just wanna have kids but you never want to be with them do you?” you sassed him in annoyance, which definitely made him crack.

Ian's gaze hardened, and he turned away heading to the desk. “Hey I'm not the one who dumped you here and split for Paris so don't take it out on me!” he scolded you, raising his voice a little in front of everyone, and slamming the chair into the desk causing a loud bang, just as there was another "Dr. Malcolm downstairs!" Signal.