[There's a flash of hurt at the thought that he might actually think she could eat him, but that hurt quickly translates into offense and anger so she sends him a scathing glare.]

Of course I don't want to eat you. God knows where you've been. [She huffs softly, her tail lashing side to side as she walks.] You'd probably give me food poisoning.

[She keeps a careful eye on the streets that they walk, checking to make sure no one else is going to try bothering them.] It will happen to you too. It happens to everyone who wasn't born here.