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After the incident with the dinosaurs that Emily identifies as hadrosaurs (territorial herbivores who wanted them away from their water source as Joan had guessed), they take a few minutes to check each other over for injuries. Joan is careful not to know too much field medicine and what she does know, she passes off as a legacy of World Bank training for working in troubled areas. Emily seems to accept it and when they've determined they've suffered no worse than fresh bruises, scrapes, and bumps, they continue moving south, a little slower than before but still with all due speed. Morning is coming quickly and Emily doesn't have to remind her twice that the colder-blooded predators will rise with the sun.
By her best guess, it nears five a.m. when their painful but uneventful hike is interrupted again by the sounds of something moving toward them. This time, there is enough light and enough time to scout for items in her environment to fight with and where to run. Joan picks up a large, heavy branch and says to Emily in a low tone, "No chance you have a tinderbox or cigarette lighter?" Fire is always an advantage, no matter what you're fighting.
By her best guess, it nears five a.m. when their painful but uneventful hike is interrupted again by the sounds of something moving toward them. This time, there is enough light and enough time to scout for items in her environment to fight with and where to run. Joan picks up a large, heavy branch and says to Emily in a low tone, "No chance you have a tinderbox or cigarette lighter?" Fire is always an advantage, no matter what you're fighting.
