She studied the man for a bit, she would have almost preferred for him to have said 'bah caitiff, this is beneath me begone', but the night was not in it.

She considered the night, waking to a dead body - and eating it she shivered at the thought, being introduced to Gregor - who looked every bit the monster though that was likely unfair, and seeing Flat Face gunned down and then raise to speak with his attackers ... it was a rough night.

He was likely mistaking his nature of death for that of the hunter, maybe or at least hopefully.

She approached closer as requested trying for a logical thought to ignore the memories of night, "I don't know about that, worth is determined by the collective and the collective seems clear ... my own self worth might be very high" and in fact was she conceded privately "but that is unlikely to change the minds of others", she kept a sharp eye on him, but tried to note where Flat Face was also.