"Are you sure?" Maybe it was just a ruse to get him to relax and turn his back on her. Some crazy zombie talk and trickery. Maybe if he threw a coin, she'd follow it like a dog and he could run the other way and escape being the 'not eaten' she was talking about.
Someone was bound to try to eat him eventually, why not this chick.
At least she had put the gun down, but it wasn't going to take much to have her bring it back up again and shoot him, was it? Maybe it was the drink. Maybe he had drank far too much today that he was hallucination. Perhaps this chick wasn't even here staring him down with a gun in her hand. Maybe. But that was a fucken well-formed gun for a hallucination, that was for damn sure.
She was glaring, but sort of smiling and that in and of itself was relatively creepy. What was with chicks in this City? "How can I be sure you won't eat my brains?"