She moves easily enough, also embarrassing (but less immediately so). Being shuffled along gets something out of her, a little murmuring of protest, a tiny move to try getting Tabby away from her, but she gives up almost immediately. She's lost--and her own survival isn't even occurring to her anymore.

Though Tabby will probably be surprised to find that he blood's not going to taste particularly human for very long. It tastes of pride, whatever that's like, and defiance. It tastes young and sharp, almost bitter.