While he has the attention, she slinks behind it and then crawls up before it can notice the other half of this hunting party. It can't exactly throw her off, given it's obvious limitations, but it certainly isn't making Ian's life any easier.

"Okay--Pan." She stares down at the strange orange orbs and strips off her jacket, tosses it out of reach. The last thing she needs is a jacket covered in guts.

Given she doesn't know what she's looking for, she just starts smashing and prying at the hard exterior, pulling off chunks and slamming the wrench in. This is a horrible way to hunt, a horrible way to die. She doesn't have a choice.