Ray was sitting on the Compound porch and watched the woman limp along for a moment before he finally spoke up. "Hey, didja fall out of a tree or something?" he asked, wondering if her adventure happened to involve a kite.
Sarah Jane peered over whilst combating a particularly stubborn leaf between her hair and looked at the man with a frowning forehead. "No, I was using the trees as camouflage," she explained, hoping that was helpful. "So I wouldn't be eaten and all."
Ray blinked. "Eaten? By what? Aw, fuck, don't tell me we got cannibals. That's gonna piss me smooth off," he said, getting up, ready to deal with it then and there.
"Not unless they're hiding in dinosaur skin," Sarah said chipperly, shaking a hand through her hair and watching the tumble of leaves. "I was just over on the other side of the Island, taking pictures," she supplied helpfully. "It got a bit...leafy."
Conditioning had made the sight of woman and camera intensely interesting in Lionel's eyes, and he paused with a teacup poised at his lips as he sat perched on the edge of the trampoline set up beside the aptly named Compound.
When she drew nearer, brushing an impressive assortment of leaves out of her hair, he set the cup aside and rolled the mask back down over his lightly furred face.
"Hello," he said, his voice low and clear despite the impediment of the knitted mask, and for the moment it seemed that's all there was to it.
Sarah turned when she heard a voice, trying not to be startled by the man and his...mask? It almost reminded her of a scarecrow, really, and she stopped to offer a polite and friendly smile to him (or maybe it was a her?) and a nod. "I must look a fright," she admitted ruefully. "Hello."
Unsurprisingly, that absurd way of framing her tousled state tickled Lionel, and it earned the stranger an invisible grin. "I take it photography...isn't a profession for the faint of heart, in a place like this."
"Not when it's dinosaurs that you're photographing," Sarah agreed with a brusque and brave tone in her voice, as if she was both worried and proud that she was probably about to be reprimanded for her actions. "At least, the herbivores. I was considering writing an article about the types so we know more about what's lurking over there."
She approached, extending her hand. "Sarah Jane Smith, at your service."
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When she drew nearer, brushing an impressive assortment of leaves out of her hair, he set the cup aside and rolled the mask back down over his lightly furred face.
"Hello," he said, his voice low and clear despite the impediment of the knitted mask, and for the moment it seemed that's all there was to it.
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She approached, extending her hand. "Sarah Jane Smith, at your service."
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