She hits the ground in a somersault and attempts to roll away from the table. She doesn't care so much about the mud and the muck as she does that voice calling out to her.

With at least one rogue bat nearby, she's able to borrow its hearing abilities to increase her own. She lets out a series of screeches and chirps that allow her to better 'see' around herself, through the darkness of the storm, with echolocation.

"I'm coming!" She sends out toward the pond. Whether she actually makes it there is unclear.