[ Johanna musters her best "you've gotta be fucking kidding me" look and aims it straight at this kid. Her bad attitude is having exactly the opposite effect that she wanted, and that just makes Johanna angrier. And a little hungrier, maybe, for the kid's flesh, although she's trying not to focus on that bit.

His cheery airheadedness seems familiar though, and Johanna has the sneaking suspicion that the most annoying person in the cave won't leave her alone. ]

I could go for some flesh, actually. Wanna volunteer your arm?

[ A beat. ]

You better not be the kid who didn't know who fucking Santa Claus was.