"I'd rather not, thanks," Jolie says, eying him, and then the bushes, then him again. "I don't want to start-- changing." Even if she's been told it's inevitable, that everyone does, she still wants to-- put it off.

She looks back at the head-exploded rabbit-thing. "Can we really eat these?" She wouldn't know the first thing about how to skin and butcher it, but she can cook a little bit, at least. If there's a stove somewhere.