Lena sort of rides the creature down, holding onto her knives like the reins on a mount. Her balance shifts, pitching her forward, and she turns her face to avoid getting a mouthful of sweaty, hairy back. It still rubs against her cheek, however, so when she pushes up, she wipes furiously at her cheek, making retching noises.

"This fucker..." she starts, but then trails off and just retrieves her daggers instead before getting feet on solid ground again. "Let's look around."