She looked up to the crying man coming at her, those big eyes of her swelling, the grin on her face. She licked her fingers clean, as the cyclist tried to pull himself away from her in horror. "I'm fine Daddy," she tilted her head. He looked so different in this light. Her hand was quick to grab onto the cyclist's leg. She wasn't done cleaning him of that nasty little gash. He still had some stringy bits of flesh she'd love taste.