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Eliza shifted restlessly from one foot to the [url=http://davidsonprosthetics.org/images/mc/mc1.jpg]other,[/url] looking long and hard for anything possibly going wrong with the tube, or the T-rex enclosure. Facility inspections (well, the ones used by humans, anyway) weren’t her forte, and certainly not her field of expertise, but she’d been available while a particularly busy day at the park had most other staff occupied. She’d worked her raptors hard that day, watching wave after wave of crowds gawk and cheer at the simple manoeuvres they’d been coming close to mastering. Now, she was letting them rest with a reward for their cooperation - a fully grown cow had been released into their pen while the attraction was closed down. 

While examining the structure of the T-rex viewing tube was not something she’d be particularly helpful with, Liza was watching out the windows like a hawk. It wasn’t unusual for the T-rex (which she’d jokingly named Rudy, not expecting it to stick among staff members the way it had) to hesitate before going for its meal; it was a hunter after all, and it liked to track its prey. But as she waited, and waited, and waited along with the anxious crowd, this particular occasion was growing a little too eerie for Liza’s taste. 

Rocking side to side and letting the springing force of her prosthetic move her, Eliza brought her radio up to her mouth. The crackle as she pressed the ‘Speak’ button resounded through an earpiece, as did any communication from the radio. This was to keep the chatter as quiet as possible, as well as a method of panic control should anything go wrong. 

“Hey Tatsumi,” she muttered, a barely-there New York accent tinting her words, “You seeing anything in here? Looks alright to me, I’m more focused on the asset.” She spoke in reference to the condition of the tube; her expertise did not fall in containment structure, but rather the ‘assets’ inside. 

She crossed through the crowd rather easily on her way to the next viewing window. The crowd let her through pretty smoothly - her equipment belt and radio, not to mention the sporty garb, and the Jurassic World I.D. clipped to her belt made her easily stand out as a staff member. From the next, less crowded window, she examined the area immediately around the tube. The area had been long-since worn into somewhat of a clearing, with the only obstacles aside from hulking trees around the edge being large ferns and other inconsequential ground cover. The area was well-used by the T-rex for obvious reasons, but the foliage looked different. It sprang up higher than normal, as it normally looked in the mornings, before the feeding shows began. At this time of day, the clearing was generally beaten down from the monster’s repeated pounding feet. It seemed as if it hadn’t shown up at all that day, or at least not for the past few shows. 

Liza raised her radio once more. “Hey CS,” she murmured, referring to Customer Service, “Have we gotten any complaints today about the T-rex shows, other than the noises in the tube?" The noises were another thing; she hadn't heard anything odd since her arrival, though she listened carefully in case that changed.