It was unclear whether the arising confusion he felt was derivative of his dehydration or simply due to the fact he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that someone, a total stranger mind you, was currently beaming from ear to ear at him. He wasn't sure if he could feel anything positive about it, let alone anything period. It was the most foreign thing he'd experienced in a while in fact. And though he didn't necessarily want to be rude, he couldn't help his lack of reaction.<br/><br/>Chock it up to total weakness or not, a frown soon persisted at the corners of his mouth. Perhaps he would have to admit that the stranger's chipper kindness was disturbing at such a time. He wasn't even sure if he could respond to her inquiry, the Twilight Zone theme playing in the back of his mind. Buttercup…? Trail mix? He felt outside of himself. He couldn't speak even if he wished to. His silence would eventually be construed as rudeness undoubtedly, and so he did what little he actually could, which was to motion his head towards the water in a feeble plea.<br/><br/>Perhaps that would buy him enough time to make some concrete decision about his predicament. He wasn't well enough to be on his own, he could admit that much, but the woman's unnerving humanity left a dubious knot in his very dry throat. Alas, in the end, he supposed that if she were trying to kill him maybe that would be faster than dying of dehydration on the road. And perhaps a tad bit less painful.<br/><br/>However the question persisted, echoing at the forefront of his thoughts. 'Why the hell would I leave you on the road to die?' Many people would, was that her declaration that she wasn't like everyone else? That this cruel hard world hadn't taken her humanity from her yet? The idea hurt his head, it was a much too complex concept to contemplate in this moment so he laid his head back all the way again.