Johnny's lugs are burning and his legs are about to give out, and he's only vaguely aware of something thundering closer and closer behind him (he doesn't turn to look for fear of actually shitting himself). He's not really taking stock of anything anywhere around him, so it's a HUGE fucking surprise when a disembodied monster head comes flying near him. He skids to a panicked halt and ducks, but it sails well over him, colliding with whatever it is behind him. He pivots around and, oh, a fucking t-rex, okay. He falls onto his ass and scrambles back in mindless terror even as the dinosaur reels back from the blow.

And then there's a person between them, a tiny blue-haired woman decked out in an incredibly hot leather bodysuit. She dodges an attempted crunch like it's nothing and then hauls off and punches the dinosaur in the face.

So this is happening. He gapes up at her as she plants herself between him and the roaring t-rex, apparently about to save his life for some reason. He's down for this. He is so down.