Natasha almost doesn't tell him. As hungry as she is, her patience is a lot shorter than it would be normally. The dodge is on her lips before she bites it back.

"It means that I'm not eating people." Somehow, she doesn't think that will come as a great comfort to him. If she were going to have to admit her motivations to a stranger, it would be nice to at least expect some advantage for it. "And I'm avoiding places that would make that more of a temptation."

But he raises another question. It's not just the fact he's human that makes her peg him for a hunter. It's his animosity, and the way he carries himself, like he's looking for a fight and he's ready to back up his aggression with experience. Natasha is very familiar with that look.

"So if you're not a hunter, what are you?"