[If she'd been fully asleep, she might have slept through this, but she's really more just dozing. The troll scrambles to her feet, shaking off sleep with remarkable speed; there's really nothing to fully rouse a person like the sudden appearance of something large, winged, and quite clearly predatory. And unfortunately, while she had seen him in this form earlier, it had only been at some considerable distance and Jetshard had absolutely not made the connection to the man she'd spoken to up at the station.
She doesn't even try pulling a weapon; nothing she carries in her strife deck is going to do more than annoy something of this scale. The creature is between her and the outside exit, and honestly she wouldn't like her chances out in the open anyway. That leaves one instinctual line of action, taken before she's even fully aware of discarding the others: down toward the seacaves, and hope that she can descend an uneven flight of stairs faster than creature can dig her out.]
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She doesn't even try pulling a weapon; nothing she carries in her strife deck is going to do more than annoy something of this scale. The creature is between her and the outside exit, and honestly she wouldn't like her chances out in the open anyway. That leaves one instinctual line of action, taken before she's even fully aware of discarding the others: down toward the seacaves, and hope that she can descend an uneven flight of stairs faster than creature can dig her out.]