Oh. [That makes sense, of course, but she's never seen anything like it before, and now she's curious about how it functions, and who it was that created it, and for what purpose. Surely not simply for entertainment...] I see. [She doesn't, really, but she decides to let the subject drop for the moment.

His eyes on her are a heavy weight she turns to acknowledge after another moment of frowning at the screen, and she doesn't look the slightest bit embarrassed or sheepish about her apparently ruthless tendencies.] It seems, by far, the simplest solution to me.

[Why wouldn't they kill and burn the creature? Nothing that feeds on blood like that should be suffered to live.]

I would have assumed none of us are from here, truthfully.