She's never really seen that particular sight, no. She's not looking this time either as the rex's thrashing sends her flying out of its grasp and rolling across the ground, scrambling to a stop.

She's not wasting any time appreciating the sight either. Not more than a few seconds after regaining her feet, is there an overturned hot dog cart flying for the t-rex's head. Followed by, even worse, a shouty little nutball human charging in for another tackle. Assuming she lands, her plan is simple: rain punches down on the damn thing until it stops being a bitch about all this.