Cora wasn't necessarily surprised by the man's reaction, she was used to it. People naturally connected her to her father and therefore thought she was evil. It was justly unfair. But just because she was raised by a member of the council doesn't mean she agrees with any of his beliefs. She sighed, trying to ignore the shouting and figure out a way to get the poor survivor out of the trap.<br/><br/>When he held out his knife, she held her hands up as if surrendering. "Calm down, please." She replied softly, pulling the bag off of her shoulder and throwing it over the edge, she kept hold of the straps so it dangled down. It was a risky move, the stranger could just take her supplies and then she'd really have nothing. Then again, it didn't matter, without any food she'd be dead soon anyway. That's when she noticed the ration packs that had spilled out of the mans bag, her eyes widening as she felt her stomach pang with hunger.<br/><br/>"Grab onto my bag, I'll try and pull you up." She suggested, trying to keep her voice calm. She couldn't tell from where she was positioned if he'd be able to reach, but it was the only idea she had. "There's a first aid kit inside, we can try and patch up your injury when you're out." Cora continued, her other hand gripping on the edge again, ready to begin pulling if the man decided to take her offer of help. She noticed he was wearing the same jumpsuit as her, only a different colour. Clearly he was a member of the rebellion, she wondered how many others might be within the maze's walls. She was just thankful to find another human being.<br/><br/>"You dropped your ration packs." The redhead pointed out, though it was more for her own selfish gain, she desperately needed food and he desperately needed first aid. They could help each other.