LilyBee
Not Actually a Bee
As it approached, Mitzi couldn't be sure if it had actually noticed her or if it was concentrated on whoever fired the bullets. Regardless, purely through instinct, she used the opportunity to push off of the wall and leap on top of the beast, latching onto its head. Once she got there, she didn't really know what to do next. Her thoughts were all scrambled by fear. The tough metallic exterior was probably enough to resist being bitten, or itching at all for that matter, so her fangs were clearly not an option.
Flail as the creature might, Mitzi's hold was strong enough to keep her attached to the machine's head. Part of it was determination, but most of the strength on her grip came from sheer terror. She slowly crawled over to where she expected its eyes to be, where the first idea to pop into her mind was to attempt to block its vision. Would that be enough to divert its aim from the gunman up on the cliff?