"Converted?" She questioned for a moment, seeming to be momentarily stunned... But that moment didn't last very long. Her head threw back, another bout of violent laughter leaving her as her right palm placed itself to her stomach in order to contain it. When it finally ceased, she looked at him without a single shred of madness within her eyes. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you can tell alot about someone from the type of teeth they have." As she spoke, she parted her lips and pointed at her canines... As well as the sharpness of the rest of her teeth.

"Carnivores. Herbivores. Omnivores. They've all got a real unique look to 'em... But not only does it indicate diet. It's generally a good indicator as to their mood as well." She seemed to have left the corpse behind, electing to go deeper into her explanation instead... She wasn't 'that' hungry yet. Her hands remained in her pockets for the majority of the walk, the only offensive movement being the sharp swing of a leg to smash the body of any other idiotic lessers that thought to claim her life.

"I've always been a predator. Consider it nothing more than an expanse on my already expansive diet... When you live in a prison where you're intentionally starved to make you more violent, you learn to not be picky about what you eat. Crippling hunger does that to even the best of us." Her head moved again, surging forwards to meet yet another attacker...

She looked towards him at that, and spoke again.

"She merely let me sample it 'cuz I asked. Now I know I can stomach it if I have to."
(Serras)