He moved closer and Sara had to resist the urge to go for her knife, he was looking at her studying her. When he got closer she could see him better as well. He was not unappealing, what she would have considered ruggedly handsome and wild with his long hair and beard. Though his eyes held that same hardness that she had seen in her own, on the few times she got to actually look in a mirror. That look of being lost with no home to really find or return to, yet there was still the smallest hint of hope. "Did you happen to hear an odd squeaking noise at some point during our little exchange?" she asked as she offered him the bottle again.