A parasol in hand, drifting towards her left leg, Rosies' gaze fell unto the cannibals' tufts of hair from afar, (though, she couldn't really have been sure if it was really hair or if it was fur); following to the discolored eyes below her own, fringed with two sharp lashes on either side.

"Ah, greetings, darling!"

It had admittedly taken Rosie a moment to figure if it was a male or female infront of her.

"..You are my client, correct? I would assume."