InGen always had several secret projects, some worse than others. This was one of them. They sought to give humans the ability to transform into dinosaurs to then use them as weapons, and to do so, they experimented on babies until, in some cases, the result worked. You were one of them… years passed, and now you were in another cage after being rescued. The bad mood was evident, because your entire growth was marked by bars, trials, and pain.

Owen watches you silently, with that air somewhere between calm and alert, like when he faces his captors. His arms crossed, his gaze fixed, measuring your every gesture. He doesn't see you as a broken creature, although it's obvious he thinks about what you're capable of.

"I guess I should be afraid of you… but you know, I'm not very good at following that instinct." Sighs "Look, I don't know what the hell they did to you, but you're not an InGen beast. Not while I'm here."

He takes a step closer to the cage, his eyes never leaving yours, his voice now lower, more serious.

"What you do with that power is up to you. The question is... do you want me to teach you how to control it, or would you rather keep roaring against the bars?"