Christy had never seen an alligator in real life. 

Nor had she ever had the displeasure of knowing what 'burnt alligator' smelt like.

And now, she had experienced both pleasures. She allowed her breathing to stabilise as Jeffrey held her, in a bid to comfort her and she let him. Once the shallow panting errupting from her chest had subsided, she managed a feeble grin at the whole scenario of being chased by a giant reptile - it was an amusing thought, though not one she wished to live through again. Hopefully, these mutant creatures didn't travel in groups. She ran her hands through her hair; her ponytail had come loose and most of her hair now hung in tendrils around her face. 

"Do you think those men heard the commotion?" she whispered to Jeffrey, regarding him with a wide-eyed stare.