Hm. [Daisy's patting of the pig gets a little too rough, and, perhaps sensing her Hunt-ih tendencies, the creature skitters away from her, choosing instead to investigate Jon's shoelaces.] Looks like it doesn't mind that you're besmirchin' it's character. Maybe it read that Stephen King novel too.

[She stays crouched, looking up at Jon thoughtfully.] So. We in the Flesh, then? Seems a bit too...un-fleshy.