She's not looking at the small creature she's pulled from the fridge. It's as if she doesn't want to confront what she's doing here. For some reason there is a dying creature in her right hand. For some reason the creature she has chosen regards his eventual fate - defrosted, consumed - as a triumph.
She just wants to pretend this isn't happening, perhaps. It's a horrible nightmare. She'll wake up. Soon. She has to.