Then go? Just leave him? To leave him out here like this would be the same as killing him, but just getting it over with would be more merciful. There was too much he didn't know and the biggest of which was how to shut up. If she were someone with less resolve and a bigger temper, she would have killed him already.

So she ignores his comments about leaving him. Unless he found more friendly faces (which was likely, but very risky), he was a goner.

She calms down more as he does, letting her sudden burst of anger go. For the moment. "Holiday," she tells him, "My name's Holiday. You don't need to help me, but it would benefit us both if we walked and talked rather than staying in one place."

Rebecca looked up to the sun, hoping that the gamemakers somehow didn't change the ways it was rising and setting, and began to walk around him to head in her former direction of south/southeast. "If I can get some food, I'll give you a third of it, but don't take that as a guarantee. I'm only out here on chance."

Now what she needed to do was wade through his questions and figure out answers to them that won't make him go ballistic again. He could always figure it out through trial and error, but she knows how unpleasant that can be.