Nikita listens for the sounds of climbing to stop, knife ready in hand and gaze trained on Dino. What she doesn't know about dinosaurs or animal predators would fill the island; what she has is the knowledge that it's never a good idea to look away.

So she and Dino are locked in a staring match for the time being. If it were only one dinosaurs, she's confident she can kill it and survive, but there are more heads and eyes than she wants to take the time to count.

As soon as the scientist seems to be settled, the dinosaur darts forward. Nikita parries, slicing with the knife. The dinosaur gets its teeth in her shin, but the mouth releases, leaving only deep scratches behind. The creature falls away, bleeding from from a slice across the back of its neck that may have partially severed its spinal nerve from the way it's not moving.

"Sorry, little buddy," she tells it, vegetarian sensibilities making her genuinely regret that she's killed it. It's probably the fresh blood and not her that has the others swarming forward, but she's not planning to wait long enough to find out. The knife's already between her teeth and she's climbing.