RE1 knelt in the dirt with her head down, presenting as little a threat as possible in hopes the stranger wasn't going to take the opportunity to shoot her.

That probably wouldn't be fatal. But it would make the situation even worse. 

The sound of a thud in front of her caused the creature to flinch, thinking for a moment it was some kind of projectile lobbed in her direction, possibly something explosive...but after a good few moments passed and there was no brutal reprisal, RE1 slowly opened one eye to survey what lay in front of her. 

It was meat. 

She gazed at it for a short while, before cautiously inching over to it. Once there she lifted the piece in one hand and sniffed the piece in a suspicious manner, as if trying to determine any contamination. Her hesitance was clear, but eventually hunger won out over fear and she tore into the meat with sharp, predatory teeth. Within a couple of seconds only the cloth was left. 

The experiment fell silent, only to follow up with an unsettling organic sound, that of flesh knitting itself back together. Her posture relaxed, as if the considerable pain she'd been in had abruptly ended. Then the mutant's head tilted up in the direction of the masked itinerant.

[color=8dc73f]"Th-thanks." [/color]

She spoke in a voice that belied a lack of use, like she knew perfectly well how to speak, but had so little call for it. 

When your name was an ID code, people had very little interest in your personal opinion. [@Conch Shell VII]