The thought that he could probably swallow her whole had crossed her mind when she'd first seen him transform as they got down to the business of clearing the old witch's field. But with three hours passed and not a hostile move made - nor any indication whatsoever that he might consider humans food and not friends - she's able to dismiss the notion with an easy shrug and a, "I figure most people aren't really down with eating anything that can hold a conversation if they're not actively in a Donner party situation."