Okay so now it was a question of ducking and kicking him in the nuts when she saw his arm. No biggie. She could do that. It helped if she was hungry, but she could do it anyway.
And there it was. George slumped to her knees, crawled a little bit away from Logan and turned around, stretching her leg upwards towards the general vicinity of his 'manhood'. Of course she didn't kick. But the aim was there, kind of, in her opinion.