She picks up one of the white packets and calmly tears the top open. The paper resisting slightly, she mutters obscenities as it suddenly yields, some of the white powder spilling over the table.
"It just is rather interesting, surely you must agree."
She shakes her head in silent response as she gathers the fallen grains of sugar in her hand and places them on a napkin, before opening another. "Interesting, and possibly dangerous," she finally replies, looking up to the older man, her eyes studying his arrogant smile, how oblivious he is to the morals, but then again, who is she to judge, "the instincts of the animal take over the mental cognition, especially in issues of aggression and violence. Hunting, competition, motherly instinct. All violent. Yet when it comes to the restraint side of the human condition, here is where the only mental aspects of their human side shows, other then body form."
Blast it all, she forgot a spoon. She stands up and leaves him to her words as she moves to the drawers, her eyes rising to glance at a screen scrolling across some cameras, before she finally finds a small white plastic fork, shrugging and moving back to her drink.
She sees the smile only widen on her companion as he waits for her to sit before continuing, "So, you're insinuating the love they feel is the human aspect, that the human love is stronger then the ferals need to mate and then leave the companion, like for example, in the case of deer?"
Stop reading into my words damnit... she lowers the coffee before it connects with her lips, again looking up to the balding man with some disdain. "I am insinuating nothing. Obviously, if the human love was stronger this situation never would have presented itself. Maybe the pregnancy, and maybe some connection because of that pregnancy, but humans get by with situations similar, and logic would denote the animal instincts would make the... sharing of prospective mates an easier concept to adhere to in life. But, obviously this isn't the case, as things are hurling towards a conflict rather then agreement."
Maybe that will wipe the smirk off his face. She quickly raises the foam cup to her lips and takes a sip of her coffee, and then quickly realizes why she is never drinking the foul liquid in the first place, setting it back down and opening another packet of the sugar.
She hears his voice sounding a little more concerned "An interesting, and almost valid point," stuck up prude, it's more valid then anything you've said all afternoon, "but you mentioned this... theory is a threat to the company. So far it just sounds like drama between members of the park, nothing to be concerned about."
Slowly she raises her eyes to look at him, raising her hand and begins counting on a finger "The animal prone violence grows, the urge for conflict grows. Yet, here the management sees fit to increase planning into shunting the service outside of the park, maybe making these... anthros a worldwide thing rather then a contained situation." "Situation--" "I'm not done yet. What I am concerned about, is if these instincts have all these holds on the primal violent sides of the subjects yet are unable to help them cope with said instincts and instead have to suffer the fallout themselves, we have no place putting this out on the market. As a matter of fact, I intend to submit in my report that we are putting our own subjects in mortal detriment and not just skirting the Nuremburg code, but outright defying it. It should be a matter of principle that we bring even theories" she says this word with such disdain, the anger on her face barely veiled "to the park subjects, test it ourselves for the sheer sake of documentation, and test and tweak the formula to find a proper balance of the animal instincts to the human cognition."
Damn it all, stop smiling! This isn't a joke. Her compatriot only chuckles as he begins to speak "Well that is your right, and it is your report to fill, but you might wish to think before you criticize the directors' plan with just a hypothesis."
She stands up and moves to the door, pausing to glance back at him through her brown bangs, her emerald irises staring at him with disgust, but she sighs and puts a hand on her hip,"You're absolutely right." She turns to walk down the hallway, calling back in a dismissive tone "It is my report to fill."
Glancing to her abandoned coffee, he slowly stands up, the smile faded entirely from his face as he walks to the sink and dumps it out, before throwing the cup in the garbage, shaking his head until he stops. That smile reforming on his face as he muses to himself, looking back towards the door she just left. "We should test the formula hm? New instinct to cognition configurations too... what a delightful idea, Meghan." He chuckles to himself as he turns out the light and walks out of the break room, walking down the hallway the opposite direction she went, towards the offices.