[ At that little bit of information, he brings the assault rifle around. If it's one of the InGen troops, he'd prefer not to hurt anyone -- but he doubts they have any such compunctions. Better to look threatening and bluff than go quietly.
But the light scratching is slightly familiar, and he lowers the gun, watching as Blue parts the door further, stepping into the room, crouched low and casting a wary eye at the two of them. Her sickle claw clicks sharply against the floor, agitated, as she surveys her environment.
Owen's shape must remind her of the InGen soldiers milling around outside, and she snarls, lip curling away from razor-sharp teeth. ]
--Easy, Blue. Easy.
[ He carefully puts the assault rifle on the ground, keeps his other weapons holstered as he puts up his hands. She sniffs at the air again, and she seems to recognize him at last, though her gaze swivels to Ian. Her head tilts to one side, curious as she approaches. ]
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But the light scratching is slightly familiar, and he lowers the gun, watching as Blue parts the door further, stepping into the room, crouched low and casting a wary eye at the two of them. Her sickle claw clicks sharply against the floor, agitated, as she surveys her environment.
Owen's shape must remind her of the InGen soldiers milling around outside, and she snarls, lip curling away from razor-sharp teeth. ]
--Easy, Blue. Easy.
[ He carefully puts the assault rifle on the ground, keeps his other weapons holstered as he puts up his hands. She sniffs at the air again, and she seems to recognize him at last, though her gaze swivels to Ian. Her head tilts to one side, curious as she approaches. ]