If it came between "not getting eaten" and "catching Crow", Lassiter would eagerly and emphatically choose "not getting eaten". He sped backwards, backpedaling wildly from the Haste before tumbling backwards, rolling over his head, and landing on his stomach. But hey, he got away from one of the heads, at least.

"How the hell am I supposed to get Crow when he's latched onto one of the things trying to EAT us?!"

And of course, there weren't any resources for him to use on account of being in a desert. Tidus, at least, seemed to be knowing what he was doing, so he decided to try and keep the attention of the heads on him. God help him.

"Hey! Over here, you mangy old mutt!" he taunted, waving his arms about and jumping up and down. He felt ridiculous.