[He ignores her this time and focus on his work. He is nearly done when she calls for meat, which makes him roll his eyes.] I'll have to get another one to get meat. I've already eaten everything off this one, [He calls back to her, and tosses over a foot, complete with a set of claws, to the entrance of the ship] You'll have to make do with that for now.

[He begins to dig a hole in the sand for the offal, which is made easier with his claws. If he could, he'd shift entirely to get it done faster ... but it was risk enough with her sitting so close by.]