Samara looks at the other kids and smiles a bit, then proceeds to use her claws to eat the delicious tuna. Sighing softly, she murmurs something in a different language than any of the kids have ever heard, if they've ever heard any others.

Finishing her tuna and putting the empty can in the garbage, she looks out the window to the bleak and bland yard, but smiles, seeing a small bush of flowers.