Daniel
"Damn. You must not have much of anything on you, then?" Kwak figured that she couldn't get anything off the man, like had been in the back of her mind from the start. She almost pitied the man, but considering she had herself to fend for she didn't see much reason to help him. Besides, she was resting... However, she thought, she might be able to get something out of this. 
"Hey, you want your shit back, right?" She asked, talking as if she were making a sales pitch.
Judson
*The man was a bit wary, but raised his eyebrow in intrigue.*

"Yes. What are you suggesting... Little one? Sorry, I just don't know your name."
Daniel
Kwak smiled and stood up, swinging her mallet out from in front of her and over her shoulders. She turned to the man, her arms leisurely hanging over her mallet.
"Kay, double-u, ay, kay," She spelled, "The name's Kwak, and I'm not that little—just turned 18 a couple moons ago."
She took a few slow, leisurely steps towards the man.
"I kinda feel for you, man, but, honestly, I'm kinda strapped for stuff myself. However! If you can't tell, I have a *Big fuckin' hammer*." She shot a glance to her homemade mallet, its wooden faces decorated with metal plates, painted pink and cut in the shape of a heart. It looked like a weapon Kwak would wield, in fact, anything else would look out of place in her hands.
"So I'll cut you a deal. If you track down who has your groceries, I'll do a little hammer swinging to get them back, then I'll take... I'll just say whatever you're willing to part with for now, and if I'm not happy with that we'll negotiate after." As she finished her proposition, she had paced all the way up to stand right in front of the man. She let her left arm, the one holding the mallet closest to its head, drop slack to her side before holding up her hand to the man in anticipation of a handshake.
"We got a deal?"