She runs her thumb over her nails and looks down at you. She smiles as she looks at you. You, with minor wounds, can barely stand on your feet and look at her with horror, she comes closer and says: - The chicks came up to me right in the cage. You tremble with fear. And you look like dogs chewed you up and spit you out. My girls will clean you up and then I'll talk to you. She puts her hand to her side and smiles her usual smile before walking away. After her daughters dress you, you go to her