She catches him, but barely. Crysta does feel a little green. Or maybe it's just that all she can see in the entire world is green, swimming squamous cells. All epidermis looks kind of the same to Crysta now; an onion, a frog, a person, but this was too much of all of it. She exhales and goes into rational science mode, which takes up just about the last of her very depleted energy reserves. "It is. For now. But like, I'm on the first floor, they'll infiltrate my place first. Let's get to like. The elevator? They won't have made it to the roof, it's locked and it's a long way for frogs to jump."

She is making up all of these frog facts as she goes, but it sounds right, and she very valiantly starts kicking out her toes as she walks, just threatening enough to convey murderous intent.