At first, she thought her and this strange bagboy would be allies for only a few short moments. She would have eaten him, and continued on, uncaring. But, with his tendency to hold hands and his little heys and ois made her reconsider. When they ran together from the blast of the gunfire, when they avoided traps and made risky chances, she found herself searching for his hand all on her own. Killing the Hunter brought with it the strangest feeling, a tinge of warmth she contemplated over when he led them to a door and sent them adrift into the sea, in the cool silence and calm. She liked it when he chattered quietly about nonsense, things that didn't really matter, it kept her mind off of bad things.