"Flee, you fool-" Inside wouldn't suffice, not from the bloodthirsty creatures nipping at her heels. She has room enough to drive her spear point first into the ground and heave, hefting herself up onto the awning above Faraday. After half a moment's thought she leans down, offering him a hand up. "Stay and be their next meal if you like."

Or.

Take her hand and climb to safety.