[b]Isla Sorna, InGen Base Camp - 8:38 AM[/b]

The staccato tapping of her heels across the floor made sure everyone know Betty was on her way to inspect her little pet. In her cage Nellie-79's head jerked up eagerly as the sharp, young palaeotoxicologist came into view, her hand reaching into her pocket and producing a small sliver of packet nutrients that passed for a pet's snack food. "How has she been today?" Betty asked, turning to face one of the guards standing watch.

"No problem at all. She's been asleep most of the time." The man replied, his hands sweaty on the shaft of the stun pole he was holding as a deterrent for the wild animal.

"That's good," Betty answered, only half listening as she reached for the test chart and inspected the figures from the latest round of experiments and probing. "No more biting incidents then, I hope?"

"Not today, not yet at least." The guard replied sheepishly.