[ That one word is just what he needs to snap out of it, attention returning to the jagged bitemark on her arm — or what's left of it. He watches as it closes up, disappearing completely before his very eyes and once it's gone he can't help but release a pleased chuckle.]
I'll be damned... like the most perfect packed lunch. [ He raises her eyes to look at her, thoroughly intrigued.] You're somethin' else, aren't you?