"Forgive me, I'm a lost, hurt child being approached by a stranger in the middle of the woods, during a state-enforced game where we're meant to brutally murder each other for any chance of leaving this place. I think I can be allowed a little skepticism." He said sharply, almost loosing his cool.
"I never said I only wanted to speak with you for the supplies, your the one who brought up you had them to give. I'm afraid you've given me no reason to trust you so far, so I can't take you offer in good faith, Give me a reason to trust you and we can move forward."
"I know . . . Thank you for trying."
"Don't worry, I will."
"Fine," he said, sitting down again next to Kaza, but not in an attempt to sleep.
"What's yours?"