She continues to try and scoot backwards, away from the thing, not that there's really anywhere to go in the position she's in right now. Normally she'd be light enough on her feet to make more of a show of escaping, but her current state of advanced pregnancy has left her less then agile. There was only one other recourse....<br/><br/>"Help! Someone help me!" she screams. It occurs to her as her mind works frantically, that the statue's nature might have been known to the old man, but she had no choice but to try and appeal for help.