She watched him for a moment before shrugging, reaching behind her and bringing her bag back to her. “Who said I needed something? Look, I just spent two and a half years in hell, and if I can get you home safely then I’ll do it..I just want to help. If you want me to.” She digs back through her bag and brought out some food, offering it to him as well “here, take this. You need it more than I do at this point.” She watched him take a few pills and hoped it would ease him well enough. “I know that working for free doesn’t get you far but, this isn’t work. I’m just making sure you can get home.” She explains with a nod.<br/><br/>“I don’t want to take your things, you came a long way for those, it’s okay,” she sighs, watching him work “besides, sounds like you’ve got an actual home, you’ll need those yourself.” She says, raising an eyebrow in question. She didn’t want to take his things, all she’s ever wanted to do is help people, but she wasn’t able to do much of that trapped behind metal walls. After losing her sister due to the ignorance of people, she has tried to make sure no one else has to die when something could be done about it. The world as they knew it was gone, but that doesn’t mean that common decency needs to fall with it.<br/><br/>She scoots slightly away from him and reaches into her bag, pulling out some medical tape and gauze. She rolls up her shirt slightly, letting an old patch show and peels it off, looking up to him with a smirk “they’ve got some nasty weapons over there, I’m honestly surprised I made It out.” She laughs, rewrapping the wound, though it wasn’t a threat anymore, she had gotten it awhile ago, the gauze was just for protection from the dust. She pulled her shirt back down and leaned against the wall, turning her head to him. “If you want me to help, I’ll gladly do so.” She reminds, leaning down and lacing her boots.