Plenty of supplies in a forest, if you knew where to look. Luckily, Starfleet and a few dozen away missions he hadn't wanted to be on got the job done for him. He had a fair supply of edible plants in his pack, and was working on finding a few leaves dry enough to start a fire; got biting as hell out here by nightfall.

So when some kid jumped; seemingly out of the actual woodwork; into plain sight, knife in hand, wearing a smile like that? His heart skipped a beat, but his eyes functioned still on their same old schedule-- and rolled.

"Kid, you're gonna trip and break an ankle."