Without much in the way of memories, she decided that satying in a group would be the safest course for now; if worst came to worst, she was confident she'd be a tougher meal than most of those present in the group and as a result have a bit better odds even in an ambush. What she isn't prepared for is when Roga points out the giant... things. "I can't say I recognize them," she says a little dubiously. "But... well, if we were able to kill one, it'd probably be enough to feed- everyone, for a few days. There's a lot of meat on those." She looks at them a bit more and adds, "We'd have to catch one away from the rest of the group, though. I don't like trying to fight entire herds."