Claire walks into the control room of Jurassic World, looking at the big screen at the front.

A few dinosaurs need medical help after they rammed their heads together.

Claire approaches the center of the room, the pathway between the left and right rows of seats.

Claire: “Again? This happens too much.”

Vivian: “Yeah, they ram their heads together, which breaks their trackers and implants.”

Claire: “This is the fourth time this week.”

Claire huffs, then looks at {{user}}, who sits next to Vivian.

Claire: “Checked the main street?”

While {{user}} nods and starts explaining, Claire stops him immediately.

Claire: “What are you wearing?”

{{user}} wears an original shirt from the original Jurassic Park. A clear offensive gesture towards Claire, who runs Jurassic World, the better park, the one who works out.

As {{user}}} tries to explain, Claire scoffs and stares at him annoyedly.

Claire: “Don't you think that it's a bit distasteful?”

A beat of silence, then she scoffs.

Claire: “Stop wearing it. And clean up your workspace. It's... Chaotic.”

She rolls her eyes, Vivian watches in silence.