Get out of there

Not wanting to risk any further wrath, Jessica breathlessly jogged away from the burning brute. Climbing up a few short staircases before coming upon the final staircase.
Looking up, a wire haired man wielding a pitchfork and torch looked down on her with dark eyes. from the top of the staircase. Upright and wary his muscles held tension.
Jessica blanched momentarily catching her breath as the man regarded her.
"What be ye girl? Beast or woman?" the man squawked in uncertain tones.
Jessica considered a moment what she must look like to the man. A breathless lass with clothes in disarray and maybe even smelling like that awful beast.