At first she took offense to his observation: like a peacock who had had its feathers ruffled, Lin looked visibly irritated and opened her mouth to explain that she could, in fact, make it in the jungle as well as he had... and then closed her mouth when she admitted to herself that she was wrong. Against him, a man clearly seasoned in survival, even Lin Mayuzumi had to stubbornly acknowledge she stood no chance. The lawyer wondered if he came from another age, for it was obviously one that didn't make eating poorly into a fashion statement.

"...Thanks," she said with surprise, taken off guard by his open kindness. "I, um..." She reached for her bag.

Lin could grab her knife, now, but decided not to. The backpack unzipped with a metal pop. "...I have a bit extra." She admitted. Displaying the open pocket, the mouth of the compartment spilled over with canned food - it was actually too hard to run with such a load, she had found, as well as loud. The woman shrugged. "So I'm good..." It was clear she wanted to make him an offer, give him rations instead of leaving them for someone else to find, even provide a bribe for his alliance, but she didn't have it in her to explicitly offer him her stuff. She waited for him to ask, brown eyes staring straight into his.