She's wary, and yeah, he was expecting that. He keeps his hands up, not going for either his gun or his knife, watching her closely for any sign that she's going to try to attack him again.

He can't help but give an amused snort at her 'stupid rebel friends' comment. She recognizes him, and he isn't sure if that's good or bad, but he'll roll with it. "A decent number of 'em, anyway, but just me right now."

Of course she doesn't want to be rescued. He raises an eyebrow at her protest.

"And I wanna listen to Marvin Gaye without the Capitol embellishments, but you and I both know a lot of times, the world doesn't give a shit about what we want and we gotta make the best of what we got. This case? You get staying alive, and I get not having to watch you die when I could've done something about it."