Under the flesh, Nalia might be a demonic killing machine, but on top of it, she looked downright puzzled. Human beings were such... Oddities. Really, interacting with them just reminded her more of why leashing them was the ideal solution to just about any query.
And what was that curious emerald substance being licked for sustenance? Had vegetation somehow been liquidised, frozen and sold as a commodity?
"Just... Take more. And punish the supplier for selling you something defective," the stranger advised. Because tribal politics were clearly the most efficient way to go about business. A pausing glance was made at her corpse of snake, not seeming to care she had cost the human female her meal. "Have you a blade?"