She lands a little less gracefully than she normally would – on her butt, with a feline yowl. She pushes herself up on her paw pads, wincing, and reaches for her phone where it's skidded a few feet away. "That was a close one," she says with a wry smile, apparently unfazed, and unapologetic to boot.

He does smell unusual, she notices, but she doesn't have time to dwell on it: behind him, the stegosaurus bellows. She takes a step back. "You good to run, kid?"