Clearly any ideas she had in her head about vampires were just wrong. Better to just toss anything she would assume out the door, apparently. You would think that someone who had to survive off the blood of others would have the ability to be some sort of a hunter.
Everything he was saying was confusing her, but she tried not to let it show on her face. She would assume it tasted horrible because it was a squirrel. "Does it look like I'm fussing? Vampires aren't exactly the strangest thing I've come across." she said with a shrug. "Even if this is the first I've heard of you being anything past fictional."
If it tasted horrible, was it going to do him any good? Was that some kind of sign? "What did you do at home, then? If you didn't want to harm anyone?" Or maybe that was a new thing since arriving to the island.