He nodded again, still instinctually suffering for not doing something to stop her. It just didn't seem wise. If only she had been a mindless zombie he would have no qualms about blowing up her head. Well...maybe a little qualm. Blowing up heads left rather large messes.
"I hope when next we meet you are not as hungry...nor angry. Have a good night, Pamela," he said.
And he left her because it was the right thing to do. At least...he hoped it was the right thing to do.