She watches carefully and follows suit, leading Missy to the pasture -- "See, there's your friend, there's your buffet, all's good --" and letting her loose in the same way.

(And now she's been watching Angel for long enough to bring the oddities into focus, mostly the fact that he isn't breathing. For the moment, she's not going to comment on it.)

"All right," she says brightly, moving back in his direction, "what's next?"