Collette reacted, but a beat too slow to prevent the needle from piercing her eye. People often underestimated the speed and strength of the crocodile, absolutely certain a lizard of that size couldn't possible move quickly.

They were wrong, an even as she loses vision in one eye, Collette is already on the attack. She doesn't know them, doesn't understand what's going on, but she knows how to defend herself and try to get away. She wasn't thinking clearly enough to call out for help.

Help should have just been here, but this wasn't a here with a team. There was no back-up.

She pushed off the roof with all four legs, snapping her jaws at her aggressor and attempting to latch on to one of their legs. If that failed, she'd whip around, hoping to use the heavy, thick tail naturally part of any healthy adult crocodile to knock her opponent off their feet.

She wanted time. She didn't even remember that crocodiles had difficulties in opening doors that opened outward, not inward, and had no way to deal with locks.