She handed him back the bread and pulled an apple out of her own bag. "No, I've got a place. But not of my own and I didn't want to listen to my father yell at me all night, so I came out here. I'm stealing it from the camp store house." She took a bite of the apple, watching for his expression. "And I wasn't going to let you sleep on the ground by yourself. Anyone coming from my camp would've seen me first and might've just woken me up and told me to go home. No one from the other camp comes this way, and I have yet to ever be bothered by an animal."