I'd be a lot more flattered by that invitation if I thought it'd actually happen.
[ Despite the words, it comes out lightly, more teasing than berating. He knows just as well as she does that the likelihood of her taking a vacation is as likely as pigs learning to fly. ]
[ Deadpans, ] Now I have a machine gun. Ho, ho, ho.
[ The little flub makes him glance over his mug to her, a frown working at the corners of his mouth. Still, he tries to keep the tone light – if only because he doubts either of them are quite removed enough from Claire's nightmare to discuss anything too heavy just yet. ]
Lecturing irresponsible handlers and waggling your finger with one hand while you checked emails on your phone with the other. I remember.
[ some of the tension slides out of her shoulders when owen pulls the direction of their conversation back to something lighter, doesn't focus on the slip or her nightmares.
yet.
she gives a shrug. ]
Well, irresponsible handlers took up a lot of time I could have otherwise been dealing with eighty other messes.
[ her smile's slightly warmer, a little amusement there. ]
And I'm sure that Lowery guy was breathing down your neck, once he realized he couldn't watch cat videos or whatever when he thought you weren't looking.
[ His own mug is still half full, still warm in his hands, and he watches her as she moves to the sink. ]
Still putting out fires, though.
[ He says it as neutrally as possible, though a bit of distaste finds its way through. Owen can't pretend he understands what any of the higher-ups are thinking, except about the bottom, about mitigating the disaster as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Didn't matter to them if they had to throw Clare to the wolves to do it. ]
[ claire runs some water into her mug, giving a shrug. ]
I never thought I'd prefer a million minor complaints over this.
[ she'd dealt with a press junket before, and she'd been on talkshows, done interviews about the park, about new attractions, but this is different. this is a new kind of exhausting.
[ He lets out a sound, caught between a laugh and a sigh, and shrugs a shoulder. ]
You’re an asset. [ He says it with a touch of irony, though his tone remains largely neutral. ] You might not be park director anymore, but they’ll find something for you, if you want it.
[ And he glances away, drinking from his mug. Personally, he’s of the mind that no one should accept any work if InGen is involved, as they surely must be from this point onward, but it’s not his choice.
[ the problem is that, going forward, she knows it won't just be damage control and public relations. ingen will be at the helm, and though so much of claire's guilt keeps her involved now, keeps her trying to clean up what she sees as her mess, she doesn't have any interest in whatever disgusting exploitative endeavors ingen will pursue.
part of it, for now, is for simon. cleaning up everything left behind that was relevant to the park, because, yeah, she still feels like it's her damn fault.
she could have made a different call.
should have made it. ]
Mm, you think anyone would buy my book?
[ her lips tug into another small smile, though there isn't much humor there as the weight of her current situation hangs over her. ]
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[ Despite the words, it comes out lightly, more teasing than berating. He knows just as well as she does that the likelihood of her taking a vacation is as likely as pigs learning to fly. ]
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at least they're both realistic about the kind of time she has right now. ]
All right, then maybe we can watch something while I'm going through emails.
[ that she could probably do, with her laptop on the couch.
sort of relaxing? ]
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Sure. Maybe.
[ And once again, unconvinced, but with a certain amount of levity. ]
Guess it'd be worth it, just to see you freak out about typing in a line from an action movie instead of whatever you meant to really reply with.
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[ she offers a dry smile, reaching over for her coffee to start sipping at it again. ]
I can focus on two things at once. You have to perfect multitasking when you're running a park as big as Jurassic World is.
[ she pauses, then corrects herself: ]
Was.
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[ The little flub makes him glance over his mug to her, a frown working at the corners of his mouth. Still, he tries to keep the tone light – if only because he doubts either of them are quite removed enough from Claire's nightmare to discuss anything too heavy just yet. ]
Lecturing irresponsible handlers and waggling your finger with one hand while you checked emails on your phone with the other. I remember.
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yet.
she gives a shrug. ]
Well, irresponsible handlers took up a lot of time I could have otherwise been dealing with eighty other messes.
[ her smile's slightly warmer, a little amusement there. ]
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What, like the Great Wi-Fi Outage of Spring 2014? Truly a problem worthy of your skills.
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[ she rolls her eyes, shaking her head. ]
Guests lose their minds as soon as one thing stops working for more than five minutes.
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[ with a short little laugh, she finishes off her coffee, going to set her mug in the sink. ]
But I guess that won't be much of a problem anymore.
[ now she just has different kinds of messes to juggle. ]
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Still putting out fires, though.
[ He says it as neutrally as possible, though a bit of distaste finds its way through. Owen can't pretend he understands what any of the higher-ups are thinking, except about the bottom, about mitigating the disaster as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Didn't matter to them if they had to throw Clare to the wolves to do it. ]
Just bigger ones. And with more cameras.
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I never thought I'd prefer a million minor complaints over this.
[ she'd dealt with a press junket before, and she'd been on talkshows, done interviews about the park, about new attractions, but this is different. this is a new kind of exhausting.
she looks up at owen again, smiling faintly. ]
It's going to die down eventually, though.
And then I may be out of a job.
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You’re an asset. [ He says it with a touch of irony, though his tone remains largely neutral. ] You might not be park director anymore, but they’ll find something for you, if you want it.
[ And he glances away, drinking from his mug. Personally, he’s of the mind that no one should accept any work if InGen is involved, as they surely must be from this point onward, but it’s not his choice.
Then, lightly, ]
Could always write a book.
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[ the problem is that, going forward, she knows it won't just be damage control and public relations. ingen will be at the helm, and though so much of claire's guilt keeps her involved now, keeps her trying to clean up what she sees as her mess, she doesn't have any interest in whatever disgusting exploitative endeavors ingen will pursue.
part of it, for now, is for simon. cleaning up everything left behind that was relevant to the park, because, yeah, she still feels like it's her damn fault.
she could have made a different call.
should have made it. ]
Mm, you think anyone would buy my book?
[ her lips tug into another small smile, though there isn't much humor there as the weight of her current situation hangs over her. ]