[ As expected, she doesn't find this funny. It's hard to tell, but her brows are in fact furrowed further! She turns her back to Helga. ]

... Yes, I've been made well-aware more than once that all the inhabitants of this world eat my kind. I don't ask you to feel anything - except perhaps an ounce of sympathy for what I fear every day living here.

[ Imagine being told - on the daily - "yeah, we'd love to eat you, but we def won't, promise!" Doesn't exactly make for a pleasant stay. ]