Jasper grunts and scowls down at the food, prodding it dissatisfiedly first with a finger and then with whatever implement's been provided. Confronting it this directly makes something in the middle of her torso gurgle unpleasantly, and she straightens up in discomfort and surprise, but the sensation is, by now, not a new one.

"So if I swallow this," she says, eyeing the human and then the food, "then this body won't die."