I would have bitten her, thereby turning her into simply another minion in my unholy vampire-penguin brood. I'd then take her to either of the poles in summer, and provide, as the sole source of protection from the deadly rays of a relentless sun, a shack in a state of near collapse. I'd hire that survivor guy to assign her mind-bogglingly assinine tasks, for which the reward for success would be a nail or a scrap of wood to help keep the hut together.
Lets see if she's still making remarks about vampire-penguins after a few months of *that*.
ps. I realise this might seem harsh to some, but force is the only thing these people understand!
pps. Anyone asking why she wouldn't simply take refuge under the ice floes is going to end up on my shit-list of anti-immersivists, like, stat!