"Good, we are fucked. It was a pleasure to meet you all!"
Robert Oz had been ranting like a madman for more than half an hour, creating considerable discomfort for his son who tried in vain to calm him down. The other scientists were more composed, but still their eyes betrayed their concern.
Jocelyne couldn't blame them. All those people were convinced that if the dinosaurs had become intelligent humanity would have faced disaster; they had been convinced about it for many months, in Robert Oz's case for years. So now that she'd shown them satellite images of herds of dinosaurs all marching together in the same direction, there was no chance they would remain indifferent.