She joins them deeper within the shelter and shrugging her bag off. The cans hit the ground heavily, reminding her that it's all right if the berries aren't the right ones - they still won't starve. There's enough water around that they won't die of dehydration either. Her eyes are on the berries in her hand, her brow furrowed.

"We have other food. And I can look for more tomorrow. It's getting too dark to keep looking," Ariadne murmurs, partly to herself. "It's possible that we could do something else with them, though." Her mind goes to leaving them out for someone else, tricking them in some way. If it would help them at all. But she's not sure.