She shot her glare at Masamune, not looking happy at all with his teasing, but she was getting hungry, and she wasn’t about to fight Masamune over a meal. “He’s probably cold..” She mumbled, turning to move toward the man she left of the street. It wasn’t who she had wanted after seeing Motochika as an option, but she drank the man’s blood and ate the flesh from his arms and face regardless.