[She looked at her for a moment, pausing in her progress and grunting. Her eyes closed and she remembered the date before she spoke softly.] It was ... I think the New Moon, according to the calendar. the one-hundred and fourteenth day. If you are still here long enough, will you help me keep track? If it's regular, I want to know.

And... it's not a defense mechanism. I'm a predator. It turns on when I get hungry. Fear's a sort of hunger for me too.