[ she won't eat her, but she might beg for her lunch!! ]

Well..

[ she just sort of.. gestures. trench isn't exactly the cleanest place, especially with all of that blood pollution lingering about, smelling thick and metallic. the chocolates still in her own pocket smell much better, though she'll be avoiding those, thank you very much. ]

Anyroad, yes, I'm - [ a wince. ] - just fine.

[ carefully she straightens up on her feet, though her stance is certainly wobbly - she isn't used to a tail or these weird feet?? and she's still a bit stiff and sore. ]

And I'm not about to eat you, you can stop looking so wary. If I wanted that, I'd hunt down someone meatier.