Lisa wriggles and squirms harder as she feels the gator start to walk about, grinding her teeth in rage, indignation, and fear. With her arms pinnes to her sides, she can't use them to get out, and all her kicking is doing is shooting pain up her ankle. She can't even vent her anger by biting it's tongue, all she can do is curse and scream, "Let me go you damn lizard, you can't do this to me, I'm a human being, not some damn snack! I'll turn you into boots when I get out of here I swear it, do you hear me!?!"