the scent is strange. It mixes strangely with memories of past encounters — not quite the same, but similar enough that she could have mistaken it for anothers'. Quite embarrassing, to kill with such reasoning ( to lose herself at all was, in itself, embarrassing ) but she is one to make the best of all situations. Even in this mistake, the accosted, familiar-unfamiliar, could have his own special uses. Still, even with Chaffee pacing side to side, she does not move.
“ I was going to consume you. ” she states plainly, as a fact, without a hint of apology. “ I suppose I could let you up, if you can explain to me what you are. ”