Vs. bear attacks

"I'm trying to picture it- but I can't," she said, the crease appearing between her eyes. "How do you hunt a bear without weapons?"
	"Oh, we have weapons," I told her, and then flashed her a wide smile. I expected her to recoil, but she was very still, watching me. "Just not the kind they consider when writing hunting laws. If you've ever seen a bear attack on television, you should be able to visualize Emmett hunting."
	She glanced toward the table where the others at at, and shuddered.
	Finally. And then I laughed to myself, because I knew part of me was wishing she would stay oblivious.
	Her dark eyes were wide and deep as she stared at me now. "Are you like a bear, too?" she asked in an almost-whisper.
	"More like the lion, or so they tell me," I told her, striving to sound detached again. "Perhaps our preferences are indicative."