She hadn't wanted to believe it herself. She'd made Mitch run the test three times before she'd even admit it was legitimate. And, staring at the printed results back in that operating room, Gwen had known right then and there what an absolute clusterfuck this was going to be.

"Owen, I'm sure." Gwen kept a firm grip on his arm, just in case he flew apart. "We ran the the tests three times, and each time was a proof-positive." She finally dropped her hand, relocating it to pinching the bridge of her nose.

"As for who--I...can't say yet with any certainty. This is an unprecedented case, in all of mankind's history. We'd never even speculated, Owen...God, just the ethics about such a thing all scream taboo. It wasn't even a possibility until you told me about Blue and Omega." She leaned her butt against the wall, bending over slightly, fingers to her temples.

"A human fetus wouldn't be in this stage of development so soon. Nor would a true velociraptor. My gut is screaming at me that they've used growth enhancement, which would make sense given her current condition, especially if she was being starved." Gwen straightened, looking back at the raptor alpha. "I have blood tests running, but I can't promise definite answers, Owen. Not while she's this incapacitated."

A thought then occurred. "Do we know if anyone there at InGen survived? Any of the medical files? Someone has to know."