There was another soft, delighted laugh from the siren, mixed in behind the ringing of claws on glass and the frightened hiccup from their prey. He had ceased to be a man in Rhine's eyes; she could view them all as worthwhile humans only until they really started to look tasty. After that point, they became to her as cows or chickens become to human: nice in their own way, but ultimately best when served on a platter.
For a moment as James descended on the gift brought for him, Rhine peeked out from behind a mirrored wall, watching with one eye and a pleased little smile on her painted lips. Her hunting had always been so straight-forward when she was with her family; it had required so little effort or creativity. This was fun, as well. It engaged her as a predator, and allowed her the chance to appreciate the style of another hunter, to observe and learn. To hunt, to really hunt, was fascinating.
"Don't worry," the blonde murmured in response, stepping out from her out-of-the-way place and back into the frightened human's line of sight – behind the hulking figure of the Wendigo, of course. "I've found you." A few steps brought her closer, enough that the wild, wide eyes of their prey could fix properly on her. She was out of place in these moments of terror, still pretty and sweet-seeming.
Any flicker of hope that the human might have felt, however, when she flexed her jaw and let her human guise crack. So many teeth, and all horrifically pointed, designed to razor through flesh as a warm knife through butter. She had to lean up on her toes, but when she stepped back again the human's throat had been torn open and away, leaving him able to only gurgle in distress in his last moments. "I'm not missing any meals," she demurred, stepping aside politely.