"I got two... take one. Deal?" Arc didn't like the idea of not compensating her somehow for what she had done for him already, and what she had yet to do. The thought of being beholden to someone for a favor was not a good feeling, as it would almost certainly lead to no good. He took the food in his hand and stared at it for a moment, then broke it in half and gave it to her. "We'll both need strength, so you eat too." If she expected to help him get home, she would likely be supporting some of his weight, and that could sap her energy very quickly if she didn't have anything to metabolize.<br/><br/>Arc watched her as she redressed her wound, noting that it seemed to be mostly healed. "All weapons are nasty. War is nasty and pointless. We shoot each other when we should be working together. Look at the beginning of this conversation. We don't even know each other but we started out in a Mexican standoff. Now you've seen me with no pants, and i've taken unlabeled pills from you. Damn this world is crazy now..." As she lowered her top, Arc his eyes back to hers. There was an unmistakable sincerity in her eyes and her voice, something that was also in short supply in their world.<br/><br/>"How did you escape?"