"Heh, even if you were to beat me with a stick...it would still be nicer than some of the things I was forced to endure."  Melody responded.  "The reason why you help someone or even how you help them isn't important though...if you're helping someone, then it's being nice."  She explained with a slight smile.  She was becoming less afraid of the man standing next to her, he might have claimed to be a killer, a monster, a creature without feelings, but he didn't hate Melody, didn't want to hurt her and that was what Melody found important.  When Col had shot at the rabbits she turned to him and asked.  "So, which one do I get to eat?"  The animalistic instincts of her first genetic assimilation were now fighting with what little humanity she was spared as she wondered whether the rabbit should be prepared for her or whether she should just eat it right here and now.