Yes, but she gets a nasty surprise.

Deliberately slowing her actions Samantha carefully stretches upward and outward her fingers straining to find purchase in the tiny cracks and dents in the overhang. If she had been any shorter she probably would have had to give up, but by stretching her flexible frame to its full length her fingers reach the ridged neck of the closest gargoyle.

Samantha sighs in relief when she feels the solid statuary under her fingers. However just before committing herself completely to the maneuver she hears the hissing sound of a gas emitting from the gargoyle's throat. Moving with none of her earlier caution Samantha lunges back to the wall; it is probably too late she realizes as she tastes the acrid bite in her mouth. All the same she needs to get to the ground before she passes out. What a vicious place to put a trap, a fall from this height might very well kill her.

"Damn!" She swears as her vision grows blurry. Why hadn't she suspected a trap? The gargoyle head was perfectly placed for any climber to reach for ... her fingers were growing numb ... how much further?

Thud.

Samantha hits the grassy slope hard and rolls several times before coming to a stop. A small part of her screams at her to get up and hide, but none of her muscles seem to respond to her frantic attempts. Even though she knew better she feels her eyes slowly close and her world goes black.